Tantalizing Stories by Donnee Patrese

Diana My boss invited me and a few other co-workers up to his cabin with his family. He urged us there would be room for us and our husband and wives. Of course I have neither so I came alone knowing that being there alone would be a very awkward and bad idea.  The problem would come because I had a mad lust crush on his daughter Diana. She was 19 and a little birdie told me she was nicknamed “Dirty Diana”.  I knew being under the same roof as she was would be a very bad idea. Everyone arrived ready to get our vacation started. And yes, Diana was here looking as sexy as sexy as everyone I knew described. She was tall with perfect dark skin.  She was wearing a flowing ankle length black skirt with a white and black checkered tube top. Her hair was naturally curly as it flowed down her cheeks. Her eyes were beautifully large and innocent. I tried not to stare but I could not help it. I don’t think I have ever seen a woman so beautiful and yet I wasn’t intereste...

Courtney I had never fucked a white girl before. I was under the impression that white girls weren’t attractive to me.  I was on the shorter side and light skin.  Most white girls I saw went for the tall dark and handsome black guys or just plain tall.  I was neither so I just kept to my usual black, Hispanic and Asian girls.  Well, apparently I was wrong.  Black dick is black dick and there was this short red head that wanted some of mine.  She was the daughter of a friend of my dad’s and I only met her a couple of times when I would come home and visit the family for the holidays and in the summer.  My dad always had  Barbecues  and invited everyone he knew. So my dads friend would d bring his daughter Courtney. She was 5’5” with curly red hair. She didn’t have much of an ass, however, what she lacked in ass she made up  in breast.  That is what caught my eye every time I showed up. I never really talked to her ...

Belinda By the time I went to college, I had watched enough porn to make my next experience better. Yet, I am not sure anyone would have been ready for Belinda. Belinda was a mean bitch. She always had something mean to say about other people. When my group got together, she would always take small digs at everyone. I would dream of shutting her up by sticking my dick in her mouth.  Actually, I wanted to do much more than that.  She was a short spitfire with an hourglass figure and breasts that made your mouth water. Her family came to the United States from Costa Rica and she carried herself with an aura of high maintenance and self-importance. That’s probably why she was a bitch. She was gorgeous and she knew it. My senior year in college she joined our group as a transfer.  She seemed very nice at first. Then she turned into this little tiny bitchy monster. At least that is what the other women in the group said.  Her bitchy ways didn’t bother me when...

In the beginning there was me, not what you would expect as a Lothario, Jesse Henry.  My dad thought I was gay when I was a teenager because he never saw me go on a date or have a girlfriend. I just let him believe that so he would get off my back.  My mom tried to set me up but it never worked into anything with those girls.  They were worried. My dad worried that his only son was gay and my mom wished I were gay and not some weird recluse. Now,  I am 35 and I have already had sex with over 40 women. That may not sound like a lot to you but for someone with my background…it’s a substantial number. I grew up as a glasses wearing nerd that didn’t lose his virginity until he was 18.  I was terrified of getting close to women. I was sure that they would take one look at my 6 foot tall lanky frame, covered in lame clothes, with a bad case of acne and would run as fast as they could.  As you can see my self esteem was really low and so I avoided dates, prom...

“Now that the boy is asleep. What kind of trouble can we get into?” I asked leading her down the hallway to my bedroom. She laughed. “I think you already have something in mind. Yet, hold your horses’ cowboy. We need to talk. I came here so that we could talk.” She said hands on her hips with one eyebrow raised. She wanted me to think she was serious but I could see the smile in her eyes. I moved closer to her removing her hands from her hips and placing them around my neck.  “I want to fuck you. If you want to talk, you can talk only after I fuck you senseless.  It has been too long since I last had you in my bed and I have been obsessing over the moment when you came back to me and I get to taste your sweet pussy.  Then, I’m going to fuck you. Is that clear?” I whispered so Mitchell wouldn’t hear me. She smiled. “I didn’t say we couldn’t fuck. You think you are the only one that has missed feeling you inside of me. Oh, please do fuck me. Then we talk.” I ...