Alice told me that she played golf. Alice didn't tell me that she was conference champion three years in a row, when in college, and that she had 'flirted' with the junior circuit of the LPGA; No, Alice forgot to mention that little ditty, the bitch! We played at her club, a beautiful tree-lined course with trees hundreds of years old, Spanish moss draping...
Saturday... "Mmmmmm, oh that felt good," Meg murmured as she stretched her arms over her head, her breasts freshly wet from Vic's sucking mouth, her nipples still hard from Vic's flicking tongue. What it was that caused Meg to murmur of what felt good was that Vic had just given Meg a good-morning, wake-up, pussy licking that started Meg's day with a body-...
It was 5:30 PM in the cinder-blocked ante-room to the Fertility Experiment. My secretary Sherry and I were giggling. "Dr Barton, I never expected," Sherry laughed, "when I took a job in a hospital to find myself bare assed, bumping butts with my boss, bent over being poked and prodded by Nurse Wretched, that bitch on duty." I whispered my reply, "Oh, I'm su...
The Lamb And The Shepherdess: An Harmonic Convergence "Human beings are "arrows shot out in time and space to catch the impossible." - Peri Rossi "Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it." - Hebrews 13:2 Chapter One: The Hostess Body 1 An Excerpt From The Super Pr...
The world is such a strange place. And the things people do never cease to amaze me. Seriously. I sometimes wonder if there is something in the water supply of certain cities and towns which makes men and women do all the crazy things they do. It cannot be randomness or dumb luck. I refuse to believe it. My name is Karina Brown and I am a psychology student...
Last week, while walking through the Algonquin College campus in the City of Nepean, Ontario, I came across a vision of beauty. Sagal Hussein, a six-foot-tall and bodacious beauty of Somali and Italian descent. With her curvaceous loveliness hidden by a traditional Islamic long skirt and her pretty face framed by the Hijab, this lady definitely stood out amo...
The first day in the new location, new for me that is .I had been asked to transfer to get the branch office back on its feet, it was on the verge of being closed but I went over the books and thought it could be a viable operation again. I could feel the eyes of the girls as I walked to my office, would they resent me or look to me as the person who could...
I couldn't get rid of the vendor on line 1, there was a call hanging on line 2, I was ten minutes late for a conference call from Tokyo, and the senior VP was tapping his foot in my doorway. Worse, I had just spilled a four dollar latte on my white Ralph Lauren skirt. "Just a minute!" I shouted at the SVP, "Goodbye!" I screamed at the vendor, and "Wait!" I...
You flop down on your couch in your dim, silent apartment, exhaling a deep breath as you rub your eyes. Another week survived. Another five work days come and gone. The monotony of office work made pretty much every day, week, and month blend into the next. You allow yourself another sigh, your eyes now roaming the dark apartment. "Honey I'm home."...
My name is Miranda Hill. I'm a tall, slender and deliciously big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman living in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts. After many years as a WNBA superstar, I left the fast-growing world of women's professional sports and returned to college. I wanted to mentor young women, especially young Black women. I felt there was...