Note to readers: This is a sequel to my story "Sensitive Research." While I had decided to end the story, I have had a number of readers contact me about whether I was writing a sequel, and I found that I missed the characters. So I've decided to write this sequel, which picks up a while after the end of the original tale. There is a brief recap of the earli...
It was a cold winter's evening. A Wednesday, seven fourteen. I was curled up on the sofa, my chocolates on the armrest and my hot chocolate on the coffee table, pulled up to be within easy reach. I was getting right into my latest Maeve Binchy novel and as I reached for my third and absolute last until tomorrow chocolate the front door bell rang. The outside...
Note: In case it is not obvious, most of the characters in my story are Asians. English names are common where they live, but they are mostly of Chinese descent. Ryoko is half-Japanese. Chapter 2: Katie and Penny It's now the second week of January. It has been a week since Ryoko moved in. For some reason, she has decided to live with Jim and myself, in th...
It had been a couple of weeks since my wrestling encounter with Sam and Gemma, and things had been a little weird between us in the office, neither woman had been able to make eye contact with me since. I don't know what's wrong with people today, it's getting so you can't wrestle with, or give oral sex to a colleague without some awkwardness... hehe. Anywa...
Lilly was one of the most athletic people Jack knew. He loved sex with her and was always willing to try something new with her. When she told him about an underground female wrestling ring he was intrigued. The five hundred dollar entry fee concerned him at first. She told him about the stakes of how each of the women would have a male backer. Whichever wom...
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...
My name is Dena Jarvis. A lot of people think my life is easy. It's really not. It's hard being me. A five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired and green-eyed White chick born into a wealthy family in the city of Houston, Texas. My parents, Liam and Deanna Jarvis of Austin, own controlling interests in some of the biggest oil companies in Texas and around the Globe. I...
It's been a week since my most recent wrestling victory over Sam and since then I have been waiting for her to tell me who and when I'll be wrestling in the return match. Well apparently today's the day, Sam mentioned to me at work today that she has something arranged, and she will tell me more when we get home. And here we are! "Go on then Sam, who will I...
The name is Catherine O'Neill. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and gray-eyed young white woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm athletic, short-haired and tattooed. The toughest Butch Chick this side of New England. I attend Antoine College, a historically black private school with a student body of thirty eight hundred per...
I still remember when I met the love of my life. The gorgeous Black woman of Haitian descent I would marry one fine day in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Ivy Saint Preux is her name. Six feet tall, lean and muscular, with jet-Black skin, and long Black hair braided into neat cornrows. Oh, and she also has big tits and a big round butt. A sexy Black godde...