‘Am I crazy,’ I wonder, as I drive home. I’ve always been impulsive, but I’ve never done anything insane like give a blowjob on the side of the road. Okay, if I’m going to be honest, I’ve never done anything sexual outside of a house. I missed out on fooling around in a car like the other teenagers. I have perverted fantasies, but my reality has been fairly tame.

And yet, I just gave head to a stranger. I asked him to touch me. And I liked it. What has happened to me?

At least I know his name now; Ryan introduced himself as he helped me into my car. Now as he escorts me home, I can’t decide if I should follow through with this or not. My body says yes, but my mind… well, my mind is still questioning my sanity. (more…)

Shakespeare said, “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.” It seems that lust, much more so than misery, makes for some the most interesting boudoir companions. Such was the case for Pamela, Michael, and Imani. From all outward appearances, the trio of friends looked like a cross section of Black America. Pam was typically conservative in her demeanor and appearance. You know the kind; you would never suspect she was a seething hotbed of sexuality until you got her behind closed doors. Michael was quickly climbing the corporate ladder. He had all the makings of a playboy; he was fine, smart, charming, and focused on getting the most enjoyment out of life he possibly could. Imani was the Bohemian granola girl type. At any given moment she could go off on a tirade about Pan Africanism, holistic living, or the perils of misogynist videos on the developing psyche of Black children. As unique and diverse as they were individually, they functioned all together differently as a unit. (more…)

A roadside dance bar somewhere off the interstate. Late at night. You’ve been driving for hours, taking your load south to Atlanta. Parking your rig at the truckstop, you’re road-weary, but wired. A buddy you meet in the coffeeshop tells you about this bar - and you walk down together. You could use a drink.

The bar is warm, dark, wood, with pools of light from the billiard lights suspended from the ceiling. Earlier, there was a band, but now the jukebox has taken over, playing slow, sexy music. The regulars are drinking. A few couples dance, enjoying each other, getting ready to go home. (more…)

I don”t normally participate in chat rooms, but I wanted to share this with someone. I used to talk to my friend, Erica, about things like this, but she doesn”t really get me anymore. My name”s Robin, by the way. To put it nicely, I”ve been experimenting with sex a lot lately. I”m not sure what”s happened to me. Since a couple of recent episodes after breaking up with my boyfriend, I seem to crave sex all of the time. Erica is afraid I”m becoming a nymphomaniac. She might be right. I”m 25-years-old. I”m 5″6 and weigh 115 lbs. My measurements are 35C-23-35. I have light-brown hair with blonde highlights. (more…)

Eventually this had to end. He finally eased back from her and let his still-hard cock fall out of her. Semen spilled out as they both moaned, finally uncoupled. Dale sat on the sofa next to her, spent. She reclined, satisfied, between her hosts. Dale and Bev each kissed the sides of her neck. Karen gently held Dale’s cock as Bev softly stroked Karen’s neck and chest, gingerly massaging her breasts. It was a very soothing moment they all allowed to linger for some time. She moaned, smiling, when Bev finally whispered, “Told ya.” (more…)