This is a story primarily of a beautiful black woman forcing herself on to a beautiful blond wife, the wife succumbs. Then her and her husband are taken in and seduced further. The black seductress's husband gets in on the act. Kyra Walling was in serious trouble, she had brought it upon herself because of her own actions. She had been warned many times...
"Hey Kenny," I try to keep the surprise out of my voice. Ken almost never calls me, only communicating via text and social media. "Hey hun, how are you holding up?" About two months ago my husband of four years, David, walked out on me and my two kids. He never said much, just said he was done with this and left us, just like that. For about a week I wal...
CHAPTER ONE Hi, I'm Katrina. You might have heard of me before, courtesy of a storyteller who brands herself as "Mikki". If you did follow her lopsided version of events, please suspend judgment and listen to what I have to say. If you didn't follow her version . . . then halleluiah! There is a God!! Forget I ever mentioned her ramblings and, whatever you d...
Ashley took another big gulp of her rum breezer and glanced at Wanda. The brunette was smiling as she drove, but Ashley knew her well enough to see how nervous she was. Ashley laughed as she wondered what Wanda was nervous about; she wasn't the one who was going to have sex with a total stranger, for money. In the back of Wanda's mustang Cheryl Ritigliano a...
My name is Mandy - actually Amanda, but I hated that and my family had always called me Mandy, so I preferred to just go by that. I am 27 and 5'6" and 125 pounds, with a nice shape, or so I've been told, and a cute face. I have light brown hair in a short layered bob. I have b-cup breasts and a firm body, well earned from at least three hours a week in the g...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. Spring 1986 Laura Martinelli sighed with frustration as the voice of her boss, Paul Bishop, filled the receiver of the brick sized mobile phone in her hand. Not that she didn't want to talk t...
I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story. This is the fifth of the ten in...
Author's Note Thank you for all the encouraging emails and comments. I apologise this chapter took so long. Special thank you to Maonaigh for editing (I tinkered post edit). Enjoy and please, please let me know what you think. **************************** "Zara, two o'clock is the earliest I can manage, sorry hen," the man apologised in...
To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one, or perhaps dedicate one to one of you. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne I had worked...
I want to thank Sun_sea_sky for doing a great job at editing this story. It really helped to make it a much better story. ----------------------------------------- In the school PTA room, Christine reflected upon the last seven years of her daughter's time at her elementary school. It was getting close to the end of the school year and her involvement was...