That afternoon at 6 when I arrived home from the office I went to my mailbox as I do every day. Shoving the envelopes in my open pocketbook I walked back toward the apartment building with my key held out to let myself inside quickly. It's freezing out here I said to myself. Closing the front door brought much welcome relief from the biting cold of January....
Riding the train home from a Manhattan business appointment one evening, I found a copy of The Village Voice that someone left behind. I skimmed through it and came eventually to the classified ads. I like reading Personals. There were the usual ads such as I’d seen in my local paper. You know, men seeking women, women seeking men, singles in search of relat...
I can smell the wood smoke in the air as I pick my way between the trees. With the leaves turning, the chill of the night had made a Halloween bon fire the perfect way to spend the evening. Although I was relieved to get the invite for the more casual, low key affair on Halloween instead of the general cutsie, couple laden Halloween parties, the night would...
Freshly showered, pussy cleanly shaved, hair and makeup flawlessly executed. All paired with the dress the hugs my curves. The long dress with the slit up each side and some flip flops to keep it on the casual side. I loaded the bright pink dick into my purse and set out onto the highway. I remember a time, not so long ago I wouldn't leave me house after 6...
"Sheri, wake up, baby." Rebecca's soft voice wakes me out of my confusing dream-nightmare of spinning trees and giants waving their arms. I struggle to open my eyes, and my right eye partially opens to see the bright sun shining directly into my eye. I'm immediately blinded, and scream from the pain, then it fades as the throbbing agony in my head registers...
Chapter 1: Soft Lips My name is Brooke, and I'm a 22 year old black woman with a fantastic body who has asked George to tell you about my adventures over the last year. First, some background about me. My mom and I lost my dad when I was eight, and we lived comfortably on the insurance and savings we had in my old neighborhood in the city. I had lots of fr...
As Frances stood before me naked, I felt a twinge in my wet pussy. She was not as nervous as I thought she would be. My antagonistic intentions for her faded as I admire Frances’ natural beauty. This is the first time I have seen Frances with any make-up. I was speechless in awe of her. Frances broke the ice by pointing at my panties and saying they were wet...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. My name is Faduma ( pronounced Fa-Doom-Ah) Ismail and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and moved here with my parents, Aden and Amina Ismail, in the summer of 1999. We've never even left the country since that magical first summer, I...
As Kate walked, she could feel her nipples pushing against her bra. They were almost painful. They were tender from the overeager mouth of Dee, her lover from earlier in the week. She never thought that at this point in life she'd be enjoying time with several play partners. Her whole life had been one of restraint, even adopting a façade of asexuality or at...
Continuation of the series, really appreciate critique, feedback and suggestions. P.S. All characters are 18+. Enjoy! :) * Yesterday was reeling through my mind, I wasn't sure if it was a dream or if the fantasies I've had for years were actually coming true. I wanted more, but didn't want to be too forceful to my shy and depraved lover. I knew it wou...