Thank-you for taking the time to read chapter two! I highly suggest you read 180 Degrees part 1 before this or you'll be lost. A shout out to my favorite 'beta reader and editor' Thank-you for always pre-reading, giving me input and for just being a great friend! As always please favorite, rate, comment, and send me some feedback if you are so inclined. I...
Thank-you for taking the time to read chapter three! I highly suggest you read '180 Degrees' parts 1 & 2 before this or you'll be lost. And while being lost isn't altogether a bad thing, missing out on how these two ladies started out would indeed, be a bad thing. As always, great thanks go out to my beta reader/editor for all her help with this. There is n...
"Hey Nikki," I say as I see her in this room I can't recognize. It was just a white room; white walls, white door, and nothing else. It was just me and Nikki in this room. "Hey Taty," she huskily said as she walked slowly and seductively towards me. Out of reflex, I walk backwards in to the wall. I look down to see that I'm in my pjs, black silk pants and a...
When I first saw her, it was from a distance but I was still star struck. I never believed love at first sight was real, and I had given up the hope that I would ever find my soul mate but I knew the first time from the far distance on the soccer field that she was the one. I was an account in a high paid job, it was satisfying for me because I liked to cou...
Jessi loved her apartment. She had been living there since she was in college, and she had made good friends with some of her neighbors. She lived in a finished apartment under a house owned by a nice older couple. Next door was a single father, Tom, with his 18 year old daughter, Beth. Beth's mom and brother had been killed by a drunk driver shortly after J...
The name is Amanda Haguel and I am a young biracial woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am the heroine of this tawdry little tale. A five-foot-nine, lean and athletic, caramel-skinned and curly-haired gal with curves in all the right places. The daughter of an African-American father and a Caucasian mother. Born and raised in Bean Town, USA....
All of the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This story features lesbian sex, drug use, and foreplay. Readers are required to have a little something that we like to call 'suspension of disbelief.' Read this if you're horny and want to have fun. Read Faulkner if your pants are still on and you've got an editor's pen permanently lodged up...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (or undecided), is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. ---------- -----------------...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. Also, this is the third part of an ongoing story. For this to make more sense, I advise rea...
Theresa Brown is the name. I'm the Director of Athletics at Harris College, a historically black school named after the late E. Lynn Harris, a world-famous African-American author. The school opened its doors in 2011. Two years after the death of the legendary Black writer it's named after. And I'm at the helm of its sports department. I run a tight ship and...