Kwame was a yr old student. He had spent four years in the Marines and was in search of a woman to spend some time with. He had been on plenty of dates, but hadnt found anyone to settle down with. Every week he did laundry at the same place and the same day. The reason for this was simple. The young woman that worked there every Sunday was the prettiest woman he had ever seen.

It all started with a drink. Im not usually one of those girls who are anyones after a couple of chardonnays, but this evening was different. And Im glad I binned my prim and proper image for an evening look where its got me. We were going out to celebrate a colleagues birthday. It was nothing special, just people from work. I bought my friend a birthday cocktail, and had a glass of wine to keep her

"Oh no...with what you just gave me...Im going to take my time with you, Mi...Im going to make every scream last for a very...long...time." The words seemed to eviscerate a physical reaction from her, and I could feel the warmth and heat from her pussy as it flooded with juice. She cried out and kissed me harder as she rocked against me, moaning and groaning the whole time, especially when the head of my cock dragged over her little clit. Over and over she ground herself against the length of my cock. I could feel every ridge...every vein...

Generally, when I travel I have a suitcase of my own books, a good mixture of fiction and non-fiction and usually a couple of classics. I had reached the gardening section kind of odd for a ship, I thought when my peace was interrupted by a married couple who came in and logged on to one of the computers. "Hello," I said, feeling friendly. "Hi," they said in unison. They continued to look at the screen. I moved around slowly so I could look over their shoulder to see what was so interesting. On the screen were images of naked people. They were surfing the web for porn! "Nice collection you found there," I said, non-chalantly. "Sure is!" the wife replied. I settled

Decision-time for the dawdling romance came with a bit of a rush, catching them both wrong-footed. The conversation over dinner was average, no sign of progress but just before leaving the table Harvey modified a little and that would release the love bug. "That was a swell dinner." "Why thank you sir. I did try to impress. From that moment the family knew a romance was underway, tearing restraints asunder. Three weeks later Freya and Harvey flew to Chicago for the weekend. Freya had won a position as assistant coordinator of the combined vehicle and machinery pool for a major highways construction company based in Boston, She was to start the job on Monday. Freya

"How fascinating." Thinking that was a typical male snide remark she went to strike back but caught his expression he looked fascinated! He scoffed his plate of Traditional English Breakfast and then sat back watching her nibble. "Im glad youre not fat and ugly." "Gawd, what an Australian cur you are." He grinned and said she should leave her unpalatable breakfast and commence her first lesson. "My first lesson?" "Follow me.

And sex is usually, when it comes to gay fiction, so brutal in its words and in its, sex-making, not love making ever it seems, filled with such cruel wordscocksucker, fist fucking now theres a charming little custom I thought had gone away, one night stands, and booze and pills and poppers that anyone would wonder why a person would not go screaming, as it were, to the nearest Christer guidance council. The pictures in "Blueboy" and the danger of the stories and the articles, flapping round with all sorts of drunken fear and possible, at the very least, mutilation, and the magazine counterparts of it today, are as filled with horror as was the movie, "Cruising," which

I turned and headed for the fiction section. I rather liked the outside-the-box things that were showing up on the shelf these days. And I needed to shelter the growing tent in my pants. The vision of her deep blush and hard silhouetted nipples wasnt helping things any. The fiction and science fiction blurred into the romance without any noticeable division. I tended towards the fiction and fantasy fiction part of the shelves. I started letting the titles of various books grab my attention as I slowed my pace. I was at home here. And relaxed. I took the time to adjust my subsiding member without too much fear of being

In waking, the sheets felt warm and deliciously soft on top of her naked limbs. Her toes stretched off the edge of the bed before she curled them back under the thick comforter and shivered. The movement brought her closer to the hot skin of her companion, whose back lay pressed up against the length of hers. During the midst of waking he could feel her movement, and lifted his arm slightly to accommodate hers, suddenly wrapping around his

He had taken her on her desk. The staff was gone and the doors were locked and the lights were out. No one would have know that anyone was there. He had slipped in and surprised her. His fire was contagious and before either of them realized the passion of their lips and spread through them both. There were other options, but it seemed that the desk was the most erotic.