I live in a luxurious two-bedroom apartment with three of my friends, my roommate is also my best friend from the second grade. Both rooms are master bedrooms, we have a third bathroom outside the kitchen which is very useful, all accoutrements, inside, outdoor pools, laundry service, full size gym with only about every machine known for the man, you get the photo. I do not remember who came with the idea of sharing our money and living as queens, but it really worked well for us, especially the fact that we have twenty four hours of security service and no one can enter the door without tenant approval and ID. My roommate and best friend, Toni and I had started making bets while in high school about the outcome of TV shows and things like that and payoffs were increasing the last year or so. We do it once a week and a few weeks ago, I won, our roommates were working late, so I made Toni do dinner and serve me naked, which was a great fun for me and as it turned out, as for Toni. I hit her a couple of times when she served me, rubbed her ass and when I asked about the desert, Toni put her tits in my mouth, telling me to enjoy the desert. To not be overcome, I took the nipple in the mouth and sucked on it, making me understand why men loved our tits, it was very pleasant. The next week I won again, made Toni give me a bath and shave me. Next week, Toni won and never said a word on the payoff, really asking me what was in store for me. We were watching TV, all four, Toni said it’s getting late, he looked at me, looking for my finger to follow and I knew it was time for payment.

“I feel a little weird the way she massages me.” Kay, the mother, was preparing for the bathroom, quietly talking to her husband Jim. She was behind her and she got naked. He was running his fingers down. She had showered and now she was waiting for her to get wet and then join him for a hot adult sex scene in the bedroom. They were out of the bathroom where the water was drawing in the bathroom and where, soon, she would call her son Sammy to enter and wash her back, then move to her breasts and slowly wash each breast, massaging them so that she became wet and warm, eager for dick with Jim.

Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and new to the city. He didn’t make many friends, he said, because he wasn’t used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while traveling to and from work. We went back and forth at the same stop. Although he was a little younger than me (I am 42) it seemed to hit us out. It was a delightfully refreshing change from some of the most messed up women I know. However, my feelings towards her were not entirely paternal. She was very thin, with short blonde hair and blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Due to its thin light frame, its breast was small enough. I was eager to see exactly how small. It was 5'8" tall and the legs were magnificent. She looked like a dancer. Long legs that disappear in the narrowest round bottom you can imagine.

Joni and I were married several years when the subject of black men came for the first time. She told me one night, while we were fucking, that she fantasized on a very hanging black dick. He said he always wondered if what they said about black men’s dicks was true. I told her what I saw in the showers on the ship while I was in the Navy. Some of those boys had dicks that would make a green horse with envy. That really turned her on. He climbed over my dick, closed his eyes and fucked my brain. I could say with his hectic pace that he was thinking about what I told her.

I think my sex life started one day during the summer of my thirteenth year as I did my chores. I was in my brother’s room to put his clothes away, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his underwear drawer. By curiosity about what might be so big about things like that, I beat them, and I went to my room. I closed and closed the door, then I sat in the bed and started looking through the magazines. There was the image after the image of naked or semi-nude girls in erotic poses, and stories from readers on their different sexual exploits. After reading and searching a little, I started thinking that if sex was so exciting and mysterious as these magazines did out of being, then maybe I missed (I imagine that for the first time I started to become cornea). I began to wonder how my body compared to the bodies of the girls in the photos, so I took off the clothes and kneeled before my mirror to the whole length with the magazines scattered in front of me. I did well. My hair was the length of the shoulder and the reddish blood, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My form of five feet-two was smooth and solid with youth. Being summer, I was tanned a brown rich by milky white triangles over my smooth round ass, soft blonde pussy, and pert, peach breast.