As my custom I was taking a night walk along the hiking trails of the city. Mid-January temperature at 22:00 was 35 degrees so I wore my warm clothing and my polar hood. I was walking for about 30 minutes when I spent a small parking lot; one of the many scattered along the paths. The road to the lot was a winding and ramified from a road to a block away. During the day there were usually several hikers, runners, joggers, skaters, etc. who frequently use the path. The last time I saw a vehicle in the lot after sunset was a couple of years ago. As I approached the lot that a truck passed on the nearby highway. It is a misalignment lighthouse caused the beam to sweep through the parking lot causing a silhouette to appear on the windows of a mini-van parked in a secluded section of the lot. I have a fleeting look of a nice ass in the air and a hard cock hanging under it. I knew someone was fucking in the back of that mini-van.

Kevin always knew he was different, even as a child he knew. The girls never interested him for anything more than as playmates or occasional friends, and while he liked girls well, it was not just like the other guys did. He always knew that he was probably gay, but when you’re young, you don’t really understand all the feelings and emotions that well rise inside you as you grow up at adulthood. Showing affection??? Was it something Kevin couldn’t even figure out to try in his small middle-western middle-class town, besides, who would show that affection? For all he knew he was the only gay guy in his entire school, and no one suspected he was a faggot, and he wasn’t going out when he felt his parents wouldn’t understand, so feeling lonely was just something he used to. He was certainly impatient at his first year in State U., feeling confident that at least there he would find others in the same boat as he!!! The first weeks of university life were hectic to say the least, what with twenty-five thousand students in a place was overwhelming and hilarious! This was the first time that Kevin had ever been alone for any time, but he easily settled in a comfortable routine and also began to make some friends in his classes as well as in his dorm. His roommate, Tom, was a Chicago freshman, so many nights were spent telling each other’s birthplace. Kevin had to admit that Tom’s stories were much more interesting than his as Tom seemed to have a lot of stories to tell about the girls he had been with and the wild sex they had together. Fortunately for him, Tom didn’t really try to penetrate Kevin’s personal background, so Kevin didn’t even have to lie about exploits with the opposite sex!

My entry into the world of black sex took a while to happen, but when he finally did…! My husband Ted and I have been having fun for several years. We included other men in our sex life, but no one was black. We started reading this forum and interracial stories and found myself very excited. I would fuck my husband’s brain after reading some stories, pretending he was our friend Allen. Allen is a black man who lives near us. We were friends since I was in high school. I’ve seen Allen in our hottub many times. He used to wear a tiny Speedo black suit that swelled impressively. Once, when things got a little looser and the suits went down, I saw a big black dick, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. From that moment on, I worked to try black sex.

The aid wanted FEMALE RANCH HAND to support HANDICAPPED to a RANCH RESORT DUDE. Applicants must have small, soft, delicate hands, with manicured nails polished in red. Good pay. Room and board included. Benefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The newspaper announcement seemed to be on his alley. He wondered why they emphasized their hands. A little weird, he thought. Tammy’s a 16-year-old high school. She is an attractive young woman, short 5'7", 110lbs, dark and innocent hair. His mother and sister did most of homework, cleaning and washing dishes. Tammy’s hands fit the requirements except one thing. He didn’t wear his nails.

Ivory looks in a bathroom mirror while its tub fills with hot water and soap. She slips the purple and black bathrobe she wears and takes a moment to admire it. She smiles and licks her lips, “Not bad for a 45-year-old…” She tells herself how she puts her hands on her big round breast and gives them a compression. “I’m still one of the sexiest women ever to cling a fight ring… and a better fighter than most…” Ivory turns on the bathtub and slips both hands against the sides and on the back of the neck, “But… I still have to relax.. . "