Chapter 01: The Wax "That's it, no more databases or numbers for two days!" I finally managed to take some time away from work or I was going to go nuts. After my client had reaped the benefits of the last rise in the market, thanks to me, he'd given me a handsome commission and my boss reluctantly agreed to let me off the hook for a couple of days. First...
My name is Bernadine Bernavil. A tall and kind of chubby, dark-skinned and big-bottomed Black woman of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I have a deep submissive streak inside of me. Simply put, I love to serve white people. That's why I walked away from my job as librarian at Brockton Community College to become the house servant...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
"Why are people so obsessed with sex at work?" Deborah Fournel wondered, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, raven-haired and alabaster-skinned French Canadian gal sighed deeply. Sitting on the toilet, on the second floor of the World Issues Canada building, Deborah allowed herself a private moment. She'd been working in this austere Canadian government building i...
Jenny had just stepped out of the shower when she heard her cell phone. She quickly slipped into her pink robe having barely enough time to tie the sash. She answered on the fifth ring, "Hi Ian, what's up? I wasn't expecting your call tonight." "Hey Jenny. Bad news. Things here are more fucked up than I expected. There is bureaucratic chaos here. I'm bummed...
* If you haven't read the first chapter, Rose broke her marriage vows by having an affair with another woman who had become a widow. Rose admits she murdered her husband and went to trial and she tells the jury and court room audience her story. * Rose Belvedere Ashton did not want to look back, for it felt as if she was physically moving back in time to r...
It was 12:30 Monday morning when I got an urge to fly to Texas. I wanted to finally meet the womyn who had held my lust for so long. The womyn I dreamt of on a daily basis. Sunny was this Texan beauty, tall with flaming red hair that accented her sensuous nature. I had met her online. She wasn't like any other womyn I had met online. She was challenging, wi...
After 18 long years in the financial and banking industry, I have become a stay at home mom and it was the best decision of my life. I was lucky enough that my husband made enough to allow me to stay at home with the two kids and develop a wonderful network of mothers in a similar position that I am. One unexpected benefit to my situation was a relationship...
My husband asked me, "Have you ever had sex with an African American woman?" My answer, yes, sort of. She was African but not American. I was about 25, and a friend from high school, Ashley, asked me if I wanted to go to go to a party with her in New York City. She told me that we would go dancing and then run over to the party in Greenwich Village. My fri...
The name is Lorelei Isobel Azure. The hard-living heroine of this tawdry little tale. I stand six feet eleven inches tall and weigh exactly three hundred and forty pounds. Yeah, I'm huge. Big all over. I've got big breasts, a thick body, wide hips and a big, plump ass. We're talking about a sixty-inch booty here. My skin is bone-white, my eyes are green and...