Hey, there. My name is Lauren Brigham. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, porcelain-skinned and somewhat curvy. My hair is long, curly and blonde-white. My eyes are the lightest shade of emerald and my best features are my cute face and finely rounded, heart-shaped and decidedly large bottom. I live in the city of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I'm a somewhat f...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 No similarity should be drawn between these fictitious characters and any real life people. This is simply a story. * The presidential election had been very one sided. The Muldavian press had picked a favorite, early on, and had done their part to make sure their man won. Their favorite was Kar Amabed. His eloquence was in...
Meet Phoebe Matias, Professor of Women's Studies and Feminist Theory at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, and educated at McGill University, Phoebe Matias is a striking Greco-Canadian woman with a good head on her shoulders. Five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but athletic, with dark bronze skin, long d...
Welcome to the City of Juba, Capital of South Sudan. After splitting from the Arab-dominated Sudan some time ago, the people of South Sudan are building a nation, but nothing truly worthwhile ever comes easy. Strife over economic, religious and ethnic issues have plagued the beautiful but troubled nation of South Sudan. That's why they are constantly on the...
2 days pass. It's Friday evening. I arrive at the company and see Daniël and Julian standing at the entrance. I wave. "Hey," I say when I reach them. I both give them a kiss to greet them. "Waiting on me?" I ask. "Yup, we were," Daniël says. "We'll take the car. You can join me if you want. Since you haven't seen my car yet," Daniël suggests. "Or you can...
Daniela pulled into her driveway at 6:30. She'd had a hellish day at the office and was relieved to see home. She was disappointed at the empty space in the garage next to her. "He's not here yet." She sighs. To say that she was frustrated with her husband was an understatement. Most men use the excuse that they are working late in order to cover up their in...
We spent the rest of the weekend companionably together. That Saturday evening was spent in bed. After making and drinking tea, we crawled under the covers and didn't leave until the next morning. During that time, we alternated making love and cuddling while talking of various things. It was incredibly sweet. However, it did nothing to make me fall less in...
It was Friday and Nikolaus Lundborg was furious. He hadn't been able to concentrate, his cock had been hard most of the morning and so he was now in a great deal of pain. It was her fault and he wanted to make her pay. He could not believe that he had not slept with his wife in a week. He had barely spoken to her, the cold nod when he happened to pass her in...
Zerafina stared down at the pages of the spell, running her tongue slowly over her lips. She knew the spell would summon the Demon Lord Nyyphas, a demon that her former master, a now deceased warlock thanks to an overly-righteous baron, had frequently bargained with for forbidden knowledge. The problem facing Zerafina, however, was that her master had barter...
My name is Wilson Tetu and I'm a young black man of Cameroonian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. City of Champions rocks! I'm currently a student at the Brockton Institute of Technology, a four-year private school located in Brockton's West Side. I've been going there since graduating from Brockton High School in 2006. It's a damn good s...