The next morning Jen woke still messy from the night before. No one was up so she decided to jump in the shower and clean up before anyone else woke up. She grabbed a towel from Justin's closet and went into the bathroom and turned on the water. She looked at herself a moment in the mirror and smiled to herself "You got laid" she thought, "It's about damn ti...
For the university janitorial staff, the end of the spring semester was the payoff for months of dwelling as phantoms among the rich students whose trash they collected, whose dirt they scrubbed off dormitory floors, whose ivy they trimmed. Once the students had filled their cars and storage units to bursting, items they didn't care to drag home were tossed...
The name is Amanda Haguel and I am a young biracial woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am the heroine of this tawdry little tale. A five-foot-nine, lean and athletic, caramel-skinned and curly-haired gal with curves in all the right places. The daughter of an African-American father and a Caucasian mother. Born and raised in Bean Town, USA....
Author's note: Thanks for your support for my last two stories. This one is in the same vein, longer on story and character, so if you're looking for a quick fix, this might not be it. Please remember to vote if you like it, and even if you don't. ~~~ I've always been fascinated by that moment, the transition when one thing becomes something else. The...
Claire was sitting in her desk beside the window in the rear of class with rumbling to her core and a heart pumping up a storm. She needed to pass college chemistry and to have any chance of that, she had to get a passing grade on the test she took the previous day but the professor wanted to wait until the end of class to post their results. Like she drew...
Here it is, after much waiting and anticipation! Thank you for the feedback and support, both helped me get through the crap life has set in my lap and write this chapter for you! It is a bit longer than the others, so enjoy! As always, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome. ***** Chp 7 Monday, May 2nd Ashley returned to school and JJ woke up Mo...
Pam McGuire covered her mouth as she yawned. Golly, she was tired. Although few who casually knew the brunette coed and her roommate Kim McCall would have believed it, she wasn't tired from partying the night before. Instead, she and Kim had stayed up late studying, something they actually did far more often than they were credited. Kim had a particularly ha...
Olivia flopped over, pressing her arm to her forehead. A headache drummed inside her brain, dubiously reminding her of the night before: the tailgating party turned into a postgame party turned into, well, she didn't actually remember. Fuck. Normally she was such a responsible girl, the sort to stay in and study an extra hour instead of partying the night be...
My name is Melinda Jones. A six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of heavyset yet still quite sexy Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm thirty six years old today, and I'm looking at my life. Not sure I like what I see. I'm a professor of Criminal Justice at Suffolk University in the city of Boston. In the eyes of the world, I...
Cindy and Stacy have known each other since the third grade. They have gone to the same schools and have played the same sports. They are probably the best of friends that friends can be. The only difference between the blonde and brunette was their taste in men. Neither of them ever kept a boyfriend for more than three weeks and more than once they have com...