I awoke in the morning and opened my eyes. To my surprise, Wanda was still sleeping. I thought for sure she would have snuck out during the night and gone to a friend's house. I watched her sleep for about 10 minutes before I spoke, "Wake up," I said. She stirred slowly and finally opened her eyes. It was apparent she had been crying most of the night. "Did...
It was about 7:20 in the morning, and I was late for my lesson with Ms. Thompson. Well, I wasn't really late, as we hadn't set a specific time, but I liked to be there before she was. I rushed into the band room with my violin case in hand. I greeted my friends, and plopped myself into my seat just as Ms. Thompson walked through the door, carrying her books...
A True Slut’s Tales: II After The Honeymoon A Simple Recapping: There are certain times in a woman’s life, like when she is down on all fours naked, or knocked up, that we feel like nothing more than a trophy cow at an auction. I’m referring to those times when our breasts are just hanging from our chest, (with our asses hanging up there in the wind,) or f...
How dare that fuzz bucket wire-haired snaggled-tooth jerk tell me that I didn't know squat about playing pool! Somebody should inform the numskull that my daddy was the state 9-ball Champ for 4 years running and my Grandpa was the owner of this town's biggest and baddest billiard room in the early 1940's. Pool is my first, middle and last name. Oh well, hind...
This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. Careful what you wish for, a lost poker bet leads to lesbian sex and more. * Two best friends, John and Tom, were sitting around drinking beer and talking, when their conversation turned to their wives, Christine and Julie, having lesbian sex. "Every time I watch a movie with two women kissing, I think of w...
"It's Pippa isn't it?" I asked the young girl sitting at the other side of my desk. "That's right. Miss?" "You can call me, Diane." I said curtly. "I'd prefer going by Nikki though." She said somewhat confidently. "That's fine." I said. Most of the girls I worked with used aliases. I had expected Pippa to already have one. She was a hooker, and most of...
The things I do never quite cease to amaze me. Yet I must do them. Driven by impulse, or something even stronger perhaps. My name is Magdalena Wilson. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned and very voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Massachusetts, Boston campus. I'm a Criminal Justice major, and...
[This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any person is coincidental. I hope you enjoy] [Author's note: For anyone who acts out their fantasies through other people's stories....I would like you to act this story out. If anyone is willing to make a sex video of this story, let me know. I Don't Want To Participate, But Would Enjoy The Results. Th...
Early in the morning Mr. Jacoby didn't dominate my mind for the first time in three days. I was so flustered that I couldn't think straight. Thoughts of Candi filled my dysfunctional mind. The difference in our ages wasn't that much but Candice's demeanor was that of an experienced woman while my bearing could be described as nothing more that of a naïve sc...
I hated doing airport pick-ups. It usually meant that I would have to transport a rich snob from the airport to the Ritz or some other exorbitantly priced hotel in Toronto, for a flat fee of one hundred Canadian dollars. Don't get me wrong, I haven't anything against wealthy people, I intend to be one myself one day. It just seems to be that those, who use m...