Stories by Kaybee

Background first. When I was almost 20, I carried on a very secret and very intense relationship with a girl younger than me. Without going into details let’s just say she was MUCH younger. But Janet had a body that couldn’t be ignored. She was the best friend of a ****** member and, as a...

So many stories have been posted about white women, single and married, falling under the power of the sexual prowess of black men. I can accept that. But what about the sexual power of black women? White females can be just as susceptible; my wife is living proof. Leeann, my wife, is 5’5”...

I have read many, many stories, fantasies, philosophies and fetishes about a married white couple intentionally allowing a black man to impregnate the white wife. Despite reams of testimony the event occurs far fewer times than most imagine but often enough the numbers might surprise Mr. and...

By KayBee My wife, Ellen, is the sales rep for her employer. Although she gets a very nice base salary she is also paid on commission depending how well the various products the company manufactures happens to sell. Ellen is a vivacious woman, 30 years old, five feet one-inch tall with...

I am sitting here at night reliving the images forever burned into my mind of something I would never have believed, had I not seen it with my own eyes. Right now it is several months past that particular occasion but not a moment goes by that I do not reflect on what happened. But let me start...

How many of you have ever been with a whore? No...not a hooker or a call girl or prostitute. I'm talking about a whore. There's no problem enjoying the former, I have done so on occasion, but it was the latter experience that is worth telling. The whore was my ex-wife. I can't tell you the...

Paige Harmon lay in bed and watched her husband rise to get ready for work. Tall and slender, Robert was a nice man, relatively attractive and boastful of his sexual prowess although Paige knew better. Seeing his wife awake Robert smiled. "How about a little piece before I go?" he asked...

Paige Harmon backed her car into the curb not thirty feet from the doorway of The Bat's Wing. Since awakening that morning her stomach had been in knots that increased with her proximity to the club. Although it was still mid-morning she worried someone she knew would see her. The day was sunny...

The room was too warm; the heat of bodies in constant motion mixed with the natural warmth of bodies gathered in one place without adequate ventilation almost made things too uncomfortable. In the three months that Paige and Kara had been working at The Bat's Wing, Paige thought she had seen...

Based on a true situation Paige Harmon stood in front of her mirror and idly brushed her short hair. She viewed the image of herself with a critical eye; her hair, somewhere between light brown and dark blonde was thick and full and accentuated her flashing hazel eyes. Paige had big tits...