Craving You

We are supposed to be teasing the boys, but we are also pleasantly drunk. Khadi and I are grinding on each other; her locs brush my face every time she moves her head. We are laughing still but it was different. Maybe it is because we both aren’t wearing bras and our breasts brush against each other as we dance, bodies pressed together. We look at each other and giggle. Continue reading


Glory Hole Chronicles II

She is anxious and alone, in a room with no windows and only one door. She has no idea why she is even here. She would never have imagined herself here with the sight, sound and smell of sex all around. She had no idea places like this even existed.  At first she didn’t want to look. She kept her head down and her eyes to herself but curiosity soon got the better of her. As she sits and waits, a million thoughts go through her head. She tries to think of a way out, of somehow pretending, and just walking out with a smile on her face.

Until she sees it slide slowly through the hole; veins bulging along its entire length, so hard it seems to throb, so big, so thick. She stares, unable to move. None of her earlier thoughts matter now, just this beautiful dick before her. Continue reading