My name is Arun and I am a forty-five-year-old single bisexual male slut. I wasn’t always this way and my gradual transition to this state of mind has required a deeper understanding of my needs and desires. I can’t say there is one specific moment where...
Today I am a pony girl, and will be ridden by Jenny. I don’t know Jenny that well and have only met her twice. She is my pal Liv’s girlfriend. Liv and I used to work together, and have been friends ever since, even though Liv got sacked for saying a colle...
I sat in the comfort of my home, reflecting on the turbulent aftermath of George Floyd's murder as well as the unending quarantine. The looting bothered me, but I understood the rage. I understood as well as any seventy-year-old white woman can. I've live...
Even her dog was suspicious of the man trying get in. “I can’t let you in,” Brooke said, with a shrug and an apologetic smile. “Please, ma’am, this is my building,” said the man trying squeeze past her. “I’ve lived here for a month.” They were at the fron...
The social climate of the United States in the year 2017 was depressing to many citizens. Passions and resentment had begun to rise. Never since the 1960's had the countries’ ethnic feelings been on more public display. It seemed like the years of progres...
How I Became the Family Slut – Part 9I was in the small living room watching a movie on our huge, brand new TV set that my grandfather, Dick, had bought us. He had also got us the complete set of porn movies called the Antebellum Slave Plantation series....
