Luci Lovejoy: 42 yrs old, Attorney/Connie Blakely: 30 yrs old Luci's Executive Asst/ Sandy Lovejoy: 22, Luci's eldest daughter/Dana Lovejoy: 20, Luci's youngest/Lidia Jones: 22, court stenographer (VERY BREIF, non-essential mention of gay male encounter...this is ONLY FOR CONTEXT & NOT something I nornmally include as part of my stories...) Luci Lovejoy...
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents Either is products of the author's imagination or is used fictitiously. This story is not to be copied and posted to any other site unless authorized to do so. * "Alright April, you need to find a job like now!" Sally said to me as she led me into her office. Sally is my youth wor...
This was a lot of fun when it happened, and a lot of fun to write about. We don't wear clothes at home, and have many days in a row during which we don't have to leave home. Admittedly, that CAN lead to horniness. Multiple times per day, we have sex or are doing things of a sexual nature. I pick one instance and write about it. If I wrote about all of them,...
Katie awoke with a start but whatever nightmare she had seen was quickly forgotten as reality crept in on her. It was dark. Out of the corner of her eye, she detected a brightening glow outside her bedroom window and turned to see the full moon seemingly roll out from behind a cloud. She had slept the whole day away. Like some sort of sensual werewolf, the f...
It was the day before fall preseason soccer training started and my parents had driven me up to school. After saying all the good-byes, mom and dad telling me to wear sun screen everyday and the rest of the parental bullshit, it was time to get down to business. I finally met up with all of the other freshmen players. Damn, I had never seen so many different...
Julia and Rose were two college roommates, both girls came from big cities on opposite ends of the country. Their first day of college when they met in their dorm room for the first time they felt they hit it off well and would become good friends. Both girls were highly into computers, both of them brought a technical arsenal matching that of a NASA super c...
I still remember when I met the love of my life. The gorgeous Black woman of Haitian descent I would marry one fine day in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Ivy Saint Preux is her name. Six feet tall, lean and muscular, with jet-Black skin, and long Black hair braided into neat cornrows. Oh, and she also has big tits and a big round butt. A sexy Black godde...
I walk into the bar, my nipples hardening from the air conditioning. It's hot outside, incredibly sweaty in the shade. A chill runs up my spine as I see her again. I followed her here, though I'm not sure for what purpose. Something akin to magnetism has drawn me thus far and I find myself helpless to stop it. She is a year or two younger than I, with bottl...
Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... sounded my phone signaling 8 A.M. on Sunday morning. Normally I'd be loathed to get up this early any day, on a weekend especially, but today was different. Today is going to be the best day of my life. Excitedly, I climbed out of bed, careful not to trip and fall flat on my face as I rushed over to my calendar hanging on the wa...
Summary: Two frustrated and ignored wives create their own Super Bowl Sunday. NOTE: This story is dedicated to Loretta and Diane to good friends who have since this story was written become MORE than good friends. NOTE 2: Thank you Estragon for your tireless copy-editing. NOTE 3: This is a Valentine's Day Story contest so please vote. Although it doesn't...