“Lincoln, this is really exciting,” said Della. “Which part?” I asked. Was it that we both relaxed for long enough to be seen by each other? Was it that I just promised to lick her pussy – somewhat spontaneously? Maybe it was our subtle beginnings of confessing our racially explicit fantasies. My slight admission to … More Bewildering White Girls (Part II) –Barton Pham
This story is stirring up some dark waters, so to speak. Feel free to critique it and share your thoughts. If only men knew the secrets of women like I’ve known them. Unlike their boyfriends, lovers and husbands often have. Stories definitely change depending on who’s listening or reading. I’m sure that could be said … More Dr. Katsumi Muramoto’s Orders (Part III)
“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?” He rolled his chair closer and says, “Well, your cheeks are certainly a pretty shade of pink right now.” What. Is he speaking in riddles? I wanted to make sure before expecting something like that to happen. “Ok. I’m… still not quite sure that I’m … More Dr. Katsumi Muramoto’s Orders (Part II)
Okay, I just spent the last hour doing research of Japanese men’s underwear websites. Why? I can’t even remember now, but it was something to do with nylon versus cotton… I’m lying. I just like staring at hot Asian men in sheer underwear. And I’m convinced… All men should wear see-though undies. Take note: Sheer is GOOD. And … More Dr. Katsumi Muramoto’s Orders (Part I)
“Licking what?” He said, smiling and running his fingertips through my hair affectionately, like a mother would her child. Chills ran down my spine causing my nipples to perk up. And clearing my throat again. “…her pussy.” It was so difficult to say, especially knowing it was our coach doing this to her. … More The Secretive Ming (Part III)
How could this story possibly continue from a place of childhood and adolescent trauma to become something pleasurable and sensual? Well, it just does, from my perspective. Life isn’t always pretty and memories aren’t exactly linear. Not really. I’ve played and replayed this particular memory of Ming in my head, for years, because it happened … More The Secretive Ming (Part II)
Quick note: Hopefully my story doesn’t seem to sexualize teenagers or encourage anyone to have sex with minors. That definitively isn’t my intention. Much of this story comes from my own experience. A few details have been altered and omitted, and names have definitely been changed. Here’s a brief history on Me… which will later … More The Secretive Ming (I and a 1/2)
It seems that a lot of people make the assumption that if a white female is attracted to someone of another race this must be because they aren’t attractive enough to date within their “own” race or because they have a weight problem. This is incredibly insulting for both parties involved. And I don’t mean … More The Secretive Ming (Part I)
Zhang was getting to know some of my quirks. And not just the ones I share openly. This includes finding me on my knees in his tent, nose deep in a pair of his undies scrunched up in my hands. He smiled and snatched them from my paws saying, “Oh my… you are a kinky … More Sucking Zhang (Part V)
Early in the morning, as I slept naked on my stomach, I woke to Zhang straddling my thighs and kissing the area between my shoulder blades. He was trying to be very quiet and careful not to wake me while examining my pussy in the dim light. So I pretended to sleep and enjoyed the … More Sucking Zhang (Part IV)
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