"Remember, you have type 3 hair, so promise me you'll use a good conditioner, and don't borrow some other girl's," she said. "Okay, Mother, you can leave now, my hair and I will be fine." "And sweetie, the most important part of this year is rush. So start researching the sororities early, and focus on a few superior ones that you think you really have a g...
An overseer came up on his horse...we could see him coming from a distance, so I had time to order Julia to resume wearing the field work rags. He was surprised to see me, a member of the patrician family, out there and even helping with the work. He became deferential, but I also saw the quizzical look on his face. I easily slid back into the personalit...
Nervously, Marty the manager moved and straightened, wanting to make sure that the small Dutch Bros Coffee shop was in tip top shape for tonight's more than abnormal circumstances. He, as he felt necessary, took his last few moments to prepare the store - his last opportunity to provide a clear runway, to his two new hires, who that night would be asked to r...
Emily lay in bed that night pondering recent events. When she had first spotted the woman masturbating in the next chalet a few nights before, she had watched out of curiosity and lecherous enjoyment. She certainly hadn't expected to meet the woman, or to be invited into her chalet to watch at close hand. Much less had she expected to be taking her own cloth...
As you are walking up the sidewalk, confident and so sure of yourself, the first thing I notice is how fucking beautiful you are. I let my eyes wander, and my heart skips a beat as I take you in. Everything about you screams sex kitten, from your cherry red lips, to the heels that make your legs look amazing. We make eye contact through the screen door and...
Anna is your name. The tall, sexy young Black woman I've had a crush on ever since I first laid eyes on her. Gay white women like myself can't resist the likes of you. And you probably don't even know it. I work as an events co-ordinator in the fashion industry. I've had my brief moment under the cruel glimpse of the spotlight, but nowadays I generally inter...
Author's Note: As is the case with all my "Angie" stories, I have done my best to write this as a tale in itself. Although "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" picks up from the end of "Come on Eileen", it should be immediately readable in its own right. Please let me know if it's not! ***** Chapter One (Saturday 10th January 1998) Angie found the business card...
"How do you say this word?" Katya asked her friend and tutor. The attractive brunette moved in close to her friend of 6 months. She and the lovely Dane had become immediate friends when Katya had started working in the coffee shop Sara frequented. Katya was taking night classes to improve her English, yet she was still struggling with idiom. Sara herself sp...
Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This is a work of Fiction and will have an additional chapter. Thank you for your comments. This is the third installment of a story I began in January. The plot is settled but the scenes and details have required more time than anticipated. The curve of the plot is shifting to t...
“Fucking hell, woman,” gasps Catherine Hart, the new attorney of Pussy Power, “where’s your clothes?” She gets up from behind her desk and scrutinizes my naked body. Catherine is a forty-something and very shapely brunette, dressed conservatively in a two-piece business suit. As she walks up to me, I see her gaze moves up and down by body and when it reaches...