This is the second part of Overcoming The Odds and it comes 10 months after the first part. To my delight the first part was well received, receiving over 450 votes and averaging 4.53/5 which was very gratifying. There were some basic grammatical and geographical errors in the first one which I know irked some readers and I'll try and iron them out this time...
My name is Myra Jan Brown. My friends call me M. J. Who in hell am I? A fifty-something Black woman living in the Washington D.C. area. A graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and a former member of Special Ops. These days, I'm part of the Surveillance and Securities Department at the White House. The White House is party central these...
Roxy left on a dirty weekend with Mal the next Saturday morning, her gratitude for Mal over-ruling her earlier decision not to do it because she'd found she'd liked his wife. She recanted because she felt beholden to him and Roxy said if he wanted her he better make it soon before she changed her mind. "I'll take you somewhere this Saturday," he said hastil...
Introduction I'm spending the day with a couple of ladies that I met on the internet; when I say ladies, that's their appearance to the outside world and their families, but when we play our little game they are just my little sluts, mine to use and abuse. They've just been inspected to make sure they are dressed and presented appropriately, the one called...
The fans pile in to the conference room. Theres 90 people in the room, all men. They vary from skinny to muscular to chubby. Most of them are dressed in casual clothes. There are a few that have costumes on. They're in the room to do a meet and great with an actress. This actress is the star of a franchise. To most of the fans, they have jerked off to the ac...
It had become routine for her, a chore in fact. Each day, from ten in the morning until noon, she lay on the lounger beside the cyan pool, turning every half hour as if she were an exquisite piece of meat to be evenly cooked to perfection. She and Lawrence did not live in a particularly hot area - indeed, were it not for the nearly total lack of rainfall,...
THE CHESTERBURY TALES. It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top fil...
"Kate Beckett loves big black cocks. For her, it became an obsession. Until she lost everything. She needed to make a decision: Rick Castle or big black cocks. What if Kate Beckett/Lexington Steele had gone further than Baranbrat's "Blue Bloods meet Castle"?" Be indulgent, this is my first story and English is not my language. Of course, the characters...
Note of the writer : All my stories are chained and difficult to follow if you haven't read the previous chapters. Just a side idea I had when writing Mark's destiny story that I plan to develop in a full series! I could have made it into just new chapters of this long story but I decided otherwise! - - - Shortly after Preeti's splendid marriage with Gwan...
Thara was delighted to discover, upon her awakening the next morning, the smell of breakfast greeting her nose. She hurriedly dressed, wrapping her bandeau about her breasts and slipping into the blue silk dress George had selected for her from Lark's bureau. It was a mite too small in the hips and chest, but it would have to do. Thara looked at her reflecti...