Sorry this has taken so long to finish, but real life had to interject the writing process. I want to thank all the fans of the previous chapters for helping me get motivated to write more to the story as well as the editors that helped me make this a good series! Be sure to read the previous chapters of Odd Opportunities before reading this and subsequent c...
In the first installment my wife and I made a deal with a Rich Pervert By the name of Phil. Phil walked her through many perversions in a 24 hr. time frame and lined her up for another in Mexico for a period of 48hrs. as well as upped the anti to 300,000 dollars making it all but impossible to turn down. And said to be adventurous and grueling than the fir...
Everyone is always talking about African women's bottoms, and what masterpieces they are. Well, as an Arab woman with a nice derriere, I secretly resent that. Women from my ethnicity are wonderfully curvaceous, and lag behind no one when it comes to gluteus maximus, but that's a closely guarded secret. We're forced to hide our tremendous assets from the male...
I'm still locked in the dungeon. No. Not me. My impostor is locked in the dungeon. I'm sealed inside a shell many miles away in some prison cell, forced to see, hear, and feel everything that the other me experiences. We've been here for weeks. It's been weeks since Mistress said she would come back soon. She and Elif had to do an easy job in Eatonton. Then...
HARLEM, USA Although Harlem is but a few thousand yards from some of the wealthiest families in the country, most do not cross 110th street, for that means coming face to face with the ugly realities of life. On a hot summer's day, like today, fire plugs are turned on full blast. Children from the neighborhood run around soaked, doing their best to remain...
The party was indeed just getting started, although we never got another dog pile of the scope of that first one! After we ate--and the guys had gone all out, not just beer and snacks, but pizza and a veggie tray as well, bless 'em--we picked up where we'd left off, but at a much more sedate pace. But still, a lot of imagination was put into each and every...
I KISSED Ken goodbye Friday morning with a passion approaching ferocity, molding my body to his and holding him as tight as I could. Partly, this was thanks for the night before, when I'd discovered that giving Ken a moment by moment, blow by blow account of my Thursday morning orgy with Jim had made him nearly as hot as if he'd been there watching for himse...
RANDI Randi Boehmon and her family had been invited to visit the home of their son's new girlfriend. Jake was a freshman safety on the University of Cincinnati's football team and had met Erin Mason in one of his pre-med labs. Although the Boehman's lived quite comfortably, both Randi and her husband earned well into the six figures, the impression that she...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Venice Apartments had a sign out front, with the name 'Venice Apartments' in black against a background of the Ita...
"Not interested, dude, you see, I find your lack of masculinity disturbing," Mansur "Manny" Osman said, smiling. The dejected look on the other man's face was quite simply sweet nectar to him. Mansur looked at the tall, skinny, soft-spoken and somewhat effeminate guy in the too-tight clothes and shook his head. As usual, Mansur was a magnet for everything he...