"FUCK!" "FUCK!" "FUCK!" The words bang out, followed by a locker door slamming shut, the metallic bang echoing in the large concrete locker room. Coach is off to a staff meeting, so it's only me and whoever is having a fit about eight aisles down. Channeling my inner Adams, I gather up a handful of towels and make my way to the eruption. I find her in th...
"Stop talking shit about my religion, you lesbian feminist witch!" Those were the first words my future girlfriend Nabila Yassin ever said to me. Most of you would assume that things wouldn't bode well for us, and this is where you'd be wrong. Absolutely wrong. The most passionate couples out there argue the most, and clashing isn't always a bad thing. It tr...
Author's Note At the end of the previous chapter we met up with a mysterious woman who had Mistress Natasha kneeling in front of her. Read on as the mystery unfolds. * Chapter 3: The Dragon Lady Charlotte "You know that's borderline racist, right?" I frowned. "At the very least, it's stereotyping. Dragon Lady is not a kind way to refer to someone o...
It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't had to use Oscar-Tango 13 that night. I'm pretty sure it's illegal to go out in a patrol car that doesn't have an operational camera system, but we had two off the road needing major repairs, and due to financial restraints and sickness there was only one overloaded mechanic working that week, so the sergeant in Ops jus...
Angela checked the address once again. She looked between the bars of the gate and gave one long, low whistle. Miss Rebecca Bingham was more than filthy rich. If she played her cards right, she could land a permanent position within those walls. Walking up to the guardhouse, she reviewed everything she knew about Miss Bingham. According to local rumor, her...
Chapter 03: Seeds of Doubt I walked into Ms. Murphy's and saw Penny...again. She stood at the front counter, chatting with Melissa; acting all cute, batting her eyes. She let out a phony laugh at something Melissa said, and then placed a hand on her shoulder. Oh hell to the no! "Hi Melissa," I said in a loud clear voice, strolling over to them. "Hi Rach...
I could honestly lose myself for a lifetime in her gleaming green eyes, her curled, light brown hair that moved perfectly in the wind. And those legs. They didn't hurt either. So perfect, from her long, lean thighs, her tight calves, her pretty, girly painted toes, only outdone by her warm, genuine smile that made you feel like you were the center of the uni...
I won't use my real name, not here. Not for this. You can call me Valley. What you should know about me, I am a professional woman, a senior driving instructor, who trains not only new drivers, but instructors, and teaches defensive driving to corporate groups. I am a 47 year old red head, all natural, 48GG-40-46, spread over five feet seven of curved and f...
Summary: Straight white girl is drawn into the world of interracial lezdom. This chapter begins on the same day as the first two chapters (Black Dominance: Accidental Text and Black Dominance: Addicted to Cum). That said, you would not have to read those to enjoy this story as the first two are about a white guy's journey into craving black cock, while thi...
The sun shown brightly through the blinds as I drank my morning coffee and pondered my life. Here I was 26 years old and all alone. My mind took me back to my school days and my early experiences with sex. There had been a few boys and several girls. Then I met Brad and soon after we got married. He was a police officer for Lower Merion Township and on a rou...