My husband, Adam, and I, we share something. Something special. Something intimate. Something real. I give him everything I have. I worship him and love him. I am a kept woman and over the years he has trained me, taught me how to be a better woman and in return he's a better man. I deserve him and he, he deserves me. Some people would call me a trophy wif...
Allison: London, mid October 1919. Nearly late! Tucking my bag under my arm like a rugger ball, I dashed up the stairs to the Dupont Institute and barely had time to seat myself at a battered wooden table before M. Dupont himself strode into the classroom. As he surveyed our group, his eye lit upon me and his complexion, already florid, deepened into crims...
I'd been out of work for the better part of two months. If it hadn't been for my live-in girlfriend, I'd be out living on the street. Candice, though I along with everyone else called her "Candy", made a pretty good income working at a Spa and Fitness center that catered exclusively to women. As such, it was owned and operated by a woman named Jane who was i...
Down and down she went, with rapid speed. Thick white clouds swirling around her body, as she tumbled through time and space. Her eyes closed, arms out wide...her wings disappear. Emmanuelle travels through a sliver time frame......Down to earthy plains to complete a dangerous mission. Cast down as part of the punishment for her rebellious and restless natu...
"So what kind of name is 'Katarina'?" I asked my roommate. "What do you mean, 'what kind of name is Katarina?'" replied Katarina tartly. "I dunno, just seems kind of exotic..." I said. "Could I ask you a favor?" said Katarina. "Would you mind just not talking to me for the rest of the night? I have a lot of homework to do." I stared at her from my bunk,...
Thanks to the anonymous supporter who provided the story. It's my words but his ideas and we both hope you enjoy it. As with all interracial stories, these are fantasies that explore themes intending to titillate those that are interested. They're not meant to espouse a worldview. Just to entertain. --- The cold air whipped through the Midway as Priya wrap...
Greg scrambled to get everything just right. He set up the poker table his wife had recently bought for such an occasion as this. He made sure all the hors devours were cooking properly and he checked to see that all the drinks were chilled. Once that was all checked he hurried to Jaclyn's room to prepare her outfit for the evening. Jaclyn had been plannin...
Chapter 2 Cannon Fire Chantel and I share a lot more than sex When I came to, Chantel was lying beside me, smiling, and Darnell was reclining against the headboard—still trying to get his breathing under control. I could smell Chantel’s cunt spray on my face, taste D’bone’s cum in my mouth, feel my own cunt juice leaking out of me and running into the crac...
I held Jeanie's hand to help her into the limo. As she brushed by me, again I caught the scent of her perfume and it made my knees go weak. She was absolutely radiant tonight; everything about her was perfect. Her olive skin gleamed, her smile warm and tender, her hair held up elegantly with defiant little strands hanging down, her scent sweet and alluring....
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...