As I said in Adventure Number 1, if you enjoy my stories, and these are true, not fiction, then I suggest you start at the beginning. I kept good diaries back then, so fortunately I have lots of detail, but I have filled in the blanks to make it readable. I was in my early 20s; it was the late '80s. I was working as the maintenance man on a holiday park. I'd got the job through a friend of the family, as prior to that I'd...

"You fucking cunt! Get out now!" "Fuck you, you limped-dicked weasel!" It was 1 AM, and Bill and Jodi were at it again. One more knock-down, drag-out fight among dozens. They were a constant source of amusement and consternation for the rest of the band. There were currently eleven of us, traveling in a rickety old retired Greyhound bus. The year was 1979. The bus was built in 1952 and should've been junked long ago. It r...

It’s fair to say that our desires, kinks, and perversions are derived from our early experiences — significant and impactful events that shape the way we engage with the world. I was wondering recently why I’m so into small, puffy-breasted women and mature, meaty pussy, and I didn’t have to think for too long about the source of that one! I was in my final year of college and recently split up with a long-term girlfriend,...

Back in the late nineties, I worked for a software house in Hinckley, which was a fair commute from home. To cut down on travel, I stayed over a couple of nights a week, usually in an American-style motel on the A5. My usual routine was to eat at a restaurant, and then catch a movie somewhere or hit a nightclub. On one occasion, I went to this nightclub in the middle of Hinckley; I can’t remember the name of it. However,...

To relieve my guilt and cover my tracks, I told my family I was going to visit a friend at her cabin. It was silly that I had to do this. My daughters were in their twenties and still living at home. They had many sexual conquests of their own, but I still blushed at the thought of them knowing what naughty things I had done over the years. I packed light with the things I knew would entice a hungry wolf! My big, bad wolf...

I see where writers stick me in stories. See what’s left out. I’m more than a Black man with a big cock. Look in my eyes! I’m passionate and intelligent. Tender when needed. Yeah, flawed, too. I’ll sulk if my Chiefs suck, and burn my share of toast. I want a career, a house and kids. Give me play-fighting under covers until we belly-ache from laughing. Kiss me until passersby wanna hose us down. Know I can be hurt. You’ll...

I led Gloria to the guest room at the other end of my single-story house. My bedroom was too personal a space, with my reading glasses on the nightstand and cum stains on the sheets. I'd left those stains while fantasizing about the young woman who now stood before me. In the lamplight, she was all business, setting aside her purse and then retrieving her phone. She also offered me the ridiculous black mask to cover my ey...