The party was in full swing and was likely to go on till the early hours. Christmas on the plantation was a holiday for the slaves and a chance to catch up with members of their family who were working on neighbouring cane fields. It was a rare day, one of only a few when the slaves did not labour in the fields for their Dutch masters. These special days all coincided with holy days like Christmas and Easter. Each had a v...

It was about four-thirty in the morning when I felt Linda’s hand caressing my ass as she kissed the back of my neck and my cock reacted to the erotic stimulation. It was a slow and enjoyable way to wake-up on a day that would be full of sexual depravity for all of us. When she draped her other arm over my chest from behind, I held her hand for a few minutes and then moved it to one of my nipples which she began to squeeze...

Sometimes things happen for a reason, that's what they say. I tend not to believe that shit happens is more my philosophy. I work at a packing and shipping firm in one of the busiest cities, so I usually do not have the time to socialize.  My days are usually spent in front of a computer printing shipping forms or receiving invoices. My only savior is football season, its the one time of the year that I can relax and scre...

Chapter 1: I’m Mr. J. an older guy that got interested in porn a couple of decades ago. I really get off watching amateur videos where wives fuck men other than the one they are married to. Sometimes you can hear their husband encouraging them, especially if the guy or guys are black and the woman is white. I mean what can be more exciting than tasting forbidden fruit? Anyway a couple of years ago, I met two young black g...

Lara stood in the living room, wearing a spaghetti-strapped yellow sundress that accentuated her feminine curves, also bringing a radiant glow to her blonde beauty when she held on to a glass of red wine in her hand. She was hosting a party full of well-dressed guests, where her husband stole the show getting everyone’s attention. The people were laughing along with him. He had such a way to make everyone feel comfortable...

What do most women dream of? Well, what do a lot of us fantasize about sex wise? As for me, it has always been taking a horny young man and showing him what an older married woman can do for him. (Of course, a young man can make an older married woman feel young again. Anyway, each can be good for the other, if I have my thoughts right. I have read and heard that young men fantasize about married women a lot. And of cours...

Okay, here’s the usual description of this post. Folks it totally fiction for people and places although the weather described might just have a hint of truth. Other wise it’s a product of an idle mind. Enjoy. Chapter 1: Life changing experiences can be in odd places and times. I had that feeling as I closed the door to room 641 that something big had happened. A little background first. My wife Barbara and I met almost f...

Scarsdale, New York: Monday 11th December 2017 Monday was a catch-up day at work. With Sue’s young Ghanaian admirer now safely back on a different continent, I could catch up on other projects and admin tasks I’d not worked on during his stay. I was just tidying up at work and looking forward to spending the evening with my two women when I got an incoming text. ‘Hey Pete, are you free for a quick chat at my place on your...

Scarsdale, New York: Saturday 11th November 2017 Sue finally stopped looking up at the sky, having finished whatever profound thinking the evening’s turmoil and her conversation with Francis had provoked. I saw her turn and wrap her arms tight around herself as protection against the sub-zero November temperatures. As I heard the front door open and then close, I felt a sense of dread and fear as I awaited the coming conv...

Scarsdale, New York: Friday 10th November 2017 Friday night is party night. Most guys all around the world were out with their girlfriends or wives. Me? I was stuck at home while my woman was out with another man, thinking to myself ‘how the hell did we end up here?’ Sue and I were a dedicated, loving and conventional couple. Twice we’d tried something different, and twice we’d stopped. How does the old saying have it? Th...

I stand at the vanity, hands on each side of the sink, willing my jellied nerves to turn to steel. I shouldn’t be this nervous. I know the person on the other side of this door. My mind glosses over the first time I saw Isaac, tall and handsome and so clearly out of my league. One year later and I’m still unconvinced why he chose me. He’s everything I’m not; fearless, gorgeous, unyieldingly talented. Every time he looks a...