Black Male + White Female + Interracial Stories

Sandra 34 has finally ditched Jeff, her alcoholic boyfriend. Paul, two years her junior, who himself is recovering from alcohol addiction, has been trying to help Jeff but to no avail. Sandra has come to rely on Paul more and more emotionally and discovers she has developed strong feelings for him. Their story - and sexual awakening - begins....

Shared pressures on an intense project can lead to shared release once it's over. Megan is the object of their fantasies -- but what is Megan thinking? When indulgence turns to overindulgence, sometimes the results surprise everyone.

Dianne, a traditional Southern woman, married, limited sexual experience, is turned into a whore by three community leaders. Traditional meaning wearing clothes that cover her body, being religious, only having sex with one man which only happened after she got married.

A story in the The Bimbo Formula Universe
When Frank's wife Alice injects herself with an experimental, beauty-enhancement drug she is transformed into a drop-dead bimbo, easily convinced to do any sex act.

A Country Boy, City Girl Story
A retired porn actress decides to give an interview describing how she entered the industry and what things were like years ago when she started. But things do not quite go as expected, and she lets slip more than she had expected.

A guy learns that the chat for a fashion show causes the models to do whatever pervy things are typed!

A Damsels in Need Story
Toby and Grace were thrown together on an extended work assignment away from home. Toby attracted women easily - they threw themselves at him, and he fucked them rather than send them away. Grace was sexually innocent, and became curious at what was happening between Toby and his women - listening and masturbating next door. Her curiosity got the better of her, and her sexual education was rapidly expanded by Toby.

More than anything else, this is a tale about a phenomenon. Maybe you've experienced it.

The wine flowed, the warmth of the bonfire had us in bikinis and sarongs, and at one point my friends decided to go sleep in the car because they “couldn’t take it anymore.” I wasn’t sleepy; the moon, the sea, the fire… everything had me in a state of quiet excitement. I stayed alone by the embers, drinking the last glass, when I saw two of the guys from the other group approaching, walking along the shore.