Alexandra struggled to insert her key into the door to her room in the university halls as Mike fondled her arse through her winter coat. Grabbing one of his hands she entered her room and pulled him inside to the warmth of leaving the central heating on all evening. They embraced, kissed, and fondled their way to a stray hand or foot somehow managing to clo...
"Sometimes, I get tired of playing the Bull," Caleb Tully said in that deep, sonorous voice of his as he sat in the office of Dr. Alexandra Moreau in downtown Toronto, Ontario. Pacing back and forth as is his custom in times of excitement or distress, Caleb finally paused, and fixed his almond-shaped brown eyes on the psychiatrist who sat behind the desk, he...
Alexandra's Story Alexandra sighed. Her studies were not going as well as she had hoped. The courses in law and business theory were especially hard. One quarter had already passed, and her grades hovered between 2.1 and 3.0 for most of her assignments. She knew she needed help, but most of the class shied away from her. She knew she was not well liked for...
Chapter 5: The Lesson Plan Begins Alexandra's education of BDSM begins and she just may learn more than she bargained for. Alexandra will find that learning basic concepts and meanings of words is one thing. Learning about Jamison and his practice is a totally different lesson. One thing she will learn in no uncertain terms is that the novice is no match fo...
Southern Louisiana, May 2013 She told me she was an actress. If she hadn't, I probably would have said she should be, as a pickup line. I would have used any line I could have on this beauty, though. It was ironic that I couldn't take my eyes off her when I saw her at the bar, yet she was the one who had the stones to approach me for a drink -- instead of...
BROCKTON, MA. Alexandra woke up. It was a saturday. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She stared at the reflection. She looked at a young woman with short black hair and dark green eyes. A face that some would consider pretty, if a bit average. She took her toothbrush and rinsed it with hot water. She put on some colgate total and started b...
"Passion rules us all," someone once said. "And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments." And I know, in my time with Alexandra, these are some of those finest moments. Also, the most terrifying. Summer. New Orleans. She and I are facing each other, lying on a bed in our second-story room at a small European-like...
Welcome to yet another exciting match-up at the Interracial Female Wrestling Competition. Tonight, we have a stormy match-up for you. Hailing from the University of Hartford, Connecticut, here comes the very lovely Alexandra Sanchez. A five-foot-eleven, slender and athletic young woman of Black and Hispanic descent. She's a Business Administration major at t...
As the workday neared its end, I sat in my office planning for the rest of the week. Suddenly, Ms. Gere buzzed me. I put her on speakerphone: "Yes, Ms. Gere?" "What are you doing after work, Sam?" "Uh, I, uh had no plans. Did you have something in mind, Ms. Gere?" "Yes, Sam. I've got a new customer in town who I haven't met before. I always like to have...
It was just before ten o-clock on Friday evening and James Henry was sitting alone in his bedroom nursing his scotch. His usually tidy brown hair, was ruffled from him consistently running his hands through it. He had arrived at tonight's gala event late and unaccompanied. He had stayed only an hour before heading home, alone. He was not in a good mood, and...