Pease read Slow Burn, Stolen Moments, Smoldering Fire then parts 1 and 2 of Smoke Effects then Finding Ellie, Then parts 1 and 2 of Simmering Inferno (in that order) to catch up with their story. As always, a like and comment would be excellent. Im still deciding if this is where their story ends or if I will write more. **********************************...
All the things I've done. They never truly cease to amaze me. My name is Marguerite Fils-Aime. A young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Sanctus Magnus University, a private Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. These days, I'm simply having the time of my life. The life of a Black lesbian...
For as long as I can remember I have been classed as a tomboy for several different reasons. The two main reasons are the way that I dressed and that I looked like a boy. I don't have the facial hair and deep voice of one but I do have that sort of face, short hair and that type of body, in other words I did not have any breasts to speak of. No boy used to l...
I had trained hard for this race, working out every day. I knew it was going to be grueling but I also knew I was in condition. The first few kilometers were easy and I slowly pulled away from the pack. I wasn't in first place but I figured if I paced myself I had a good chance of winning. Coasting around a bend in the road I saw her up ahead. She had dirt...
Written for Heather. I love you Babe. Misty sat on the hard wooden stands under the hot summer sun. Liberally oiled and sun screened, she looked cute in cut-off denim shorts and red, yellow and black Ferrari T-shirt. A matching red Ferrari baseball cap shaded face. Her eyes were protected by wrap-around Raybans followed the brightly coloured cars on the tra...
Another installment of Jody and Ellie. Please read Slow Burn, Stolen Moments, Smoldering Fire then parts 1 and 2 of Smoke Effects then Finding Ellie (in that order) to catch up with their story. I decided to publish this in 2 parts, mainly because I'm not done writing it and I know people are waiting to find out what happens ( as am I ). think of this as...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
The dishwasher is running downstairs, dinner finished fifteen minutes ago. Our daughter has gone to bed. Janet and I hurry to our bedroom to enjoy ourselves as we do every night. "Hmmm," I think as I finally strip off my vanilla taupe business jacket and skirt, "what can we do that's fresh and different?" Janet is also getting naked fast, a cute smile of an...
"Are they here yet!?" "Not yet my sweet, you have to be patient Beth." "I'm sorry Annie," said Beth, jumping up from the settee where she was sitting. "I just can't wait to play with her." "You have nothing to apologise for my sweet," said Annie, who stood at the side of the large front window, watching the long gravel driveway. Her dark eyes took in ever...
There is a little bit more story line in this piece than the last, but I promise, if you are reading for story, there is some good sex in there too! Thanks for reading! ***** Madeline stood in her bedroom staring at herself in the mirror. Was this outfit too much? It was only lunch with an old friend at a small diner. She had picked out the look the night...