Kymona POV When I opened the door there stood Montell. We stood eye to eye so we were about the height, but weight wise he probably weighed 185. His hair was slicked back like Billy Dee Williams and he was wearing an old school pinstripe suit with the hat and shoes to match. He might have been something to look at back in the day, but right now he just look...
It was a wall-thumping house party in a big boathouse in the middle of the bayou. Strobe and backlights were everywhere, and pipes of hash and burning bud were passed around everywhere. And Christine had found some kick-ass tabs of MDMA. She danced off the initial burst of energy with a few people, made out with a few guys. And girls. One had her hand on the...
With months of watching and days of riding through the Great Plains, through the seasons and Christmas time, when snow was falling. It was now May 18th, just a couple of days before bank holiday Monday; even before then did Cindy Silver Buckle choose to run away. Once upon a time in the Wild West, there lived a young woman named Cindy Silver Buckle. This on...
Kat waited impatiently for Kitty to show up. They had been best friends now for going on 10 years, Kat being 47, and Kitty 51. To-night they were going out clubbing, but not the usual clubbing they would normally do, this one was initiated by a friend, an online friend. Kat met Steve inline, and quickly became friends, well more like cyber lovers. He was di...
The things I do never quite cease to amaze me. Yet I must do them. Driven by impulse, or something even stronger perhaps. My name is Magdalena Wilson. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned and very voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Massachusetts, Boston campus. I'm a Criminal Justice major, and...
FROM THE ASHES I couldn't imagine a more perfect place to be named The Dungeon. I'd heard of this club and the things that went on here. More than just stripping, lap dances and prostitution, this place was also known for B & D, bondage and discipline. After paying the ridiculous cover charge, and taking in the dark, cavernous setting, I was exposed to...
Meg called unexpectedly and said she had a special job, lucrative and short, but challenging - would I partner up? "Sure," I said. "We worked well together." "Yes, we did, in the day. I was hoping you'd call sooner." "It's an evening buffet," she said. "A private party at the client's home, north of Fairfax, a cinch." "On the mountain?" "With a view....
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...
First off, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm . . . older. Don't ask my age, it's impolite, rude really, but I will tell you I graduated high school in the early 70s. That should tell you all you need to know. The good thing is I've never looked my age, Whenever I went out to a bar or club I got asked for my ID until I was in my 30s, where the peopl...
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