Chapter One A fat hairy and brawny hand shoved the white heavy-duty china plate onto the windowsill between the kitchen and the customer dinning area. Some of the oily fries that almost covered the equally greasy burger hidden below them, dropped onto the formica top. A deep booming voice could be heard, "Damn it Trish! Get your fucking ass in gear. I got f...
Writer's note: This is the first of a several-part series. Expect Pt. 2 soon enough. * Stephanie had always been curious about strip clubs. She knew what happened inside such establishments from second-hand sources and movies but wanted to see the action herself. She also wondered about something else: What was it about throwing dollar bills at ladies th...
The Prequel: Sasha "Hi," "Hi," I like to think that the greatest relationships in human history have all began with those two little letters...or at least variations of them. Though when I think of greatness, I and Nyla don't exactly qualify. She did change my life though, the jury is still out on whether she changed it for the better or for the wors...
Through no fault of mine, it took Katie less than a week to decide that she didn't want to live in the dorm. Being an only child, Katie was not used to being surrounded by strangers and simply felt ill-at-ease having to interact with the rest of the people in the dorm. She found it simply annoying that some girls would even be so forward as to barge into ou...
Purity, the punk-pop princess beloved of the tabloids for her raunchy, in-your-face persona coupled with sweet, sugary songs, plus her willingness to display her luscious body and smouldering sensuality in steamy videos, was on her knees satisfying her record label head. She worked the man's cock with expert skill, moaning in genuine pleasure at the feel of...
Emilia was just laying her head down on the table for a while. Her head was spinning from her Economic notes she was cramming for that night, All alone in the dorm, it was about 3pm. She was wondering when her friends, Farazeela and Sharifah were gonna get there. They had planned to study together throughout the night and then that was when she heard the kno...
My name is Danielle Jean-Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, curvy and big-bottomed Haitian-American woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business at Algonquin College and I am twenty two years old. I've been in the so-called Confederation of Canada for about eighteen months. Next year, I will enrol at Carleton University to get my bac...
Author's note: This story is the first part of a trilogy as told to me by my wife Marie. All names and places have been changed to protect the innocent. If you find incest, group sex, marital infidelity or lesbianism offensive this series is not for you. * * * * * I don't remember how old I was the first time I started thinking about my sister in a sexual...
I saw her first several years ago... I knew that someday Marie would be very special to me. We got to know each other at work but I never let her know how turned on I was by her until my birthday 9 yrs ago. She had come to my house to visit for awhile before we met with our husbands to celebrate my birthday. When she got there I had been sitting on my bed re...
I had never felt more guilty in all of my life. It was one thing to harass poor Kairi, but having sex with my own sister was over the line. I knew it wasn't entirely my fault, Jessica had worked us up, but I felt responsible. How can you justify incest? The sun was still out of sight when I rose, but I kept the lights off for fear of awakening Felicity. I...