Residing in Atlanta, Georgia, a young 26 year old upstart of a woman by the name of Jayla Williams has been hustling well in the seedier side of the Atlanta life. Jayla's ebony body was a sight to see when Jayla quit high school to become a dancer. Using her juicy ass and her 40DDD tits, this 5'7" beauty learned quickly how to manipulate men to meet her...
She shouldn't have come out on the promenade deck alone. But the party in the cruise ship's Spotlight Lounge had become so loud and boisterous—and the swirling crowd so suffocating—that Ellen had to get away. If anyone asked why'd she'd strayed, she'd just tell them that Little Bo Peep was looking for her sheep. That was the costume Stephanie had gotten for...
There is no outright sex in this story. It was written as a sequel to Just another WACC story. Hopefully it will stand alone also, too, as well. You should know my story style by now; if you hate my way of writing, please do not bother to comment. Rudeness will get you a visit to the round file. * I left the Baltimore office and transferred to San Diego a...
Despite her declaration to think about things, the alcohol and sex put Julie out when her head touched the pillow. When she woke at 6:30, she felt a little guilty and a lot satisfied. She figured the alcohol caused her indiscretion. Oh, well, Michael would never know. She had to speak to Bob to make sure he understood that what happened was a one-time thing,...
She had been at work an hour when she got a call from Jake. "They have a situation in the Atlanta office and I have to fly down there. I'll probably be gone until Friday. I'll call you when I know more." "When are you leaving?" "I'll head for home as soon as I hang up, pack a bag and head for the airport." "When you check into the hotel don't forget to s...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. A Jake Rivers Invitational Story Note from Jake Rivers: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nel...
After that I just saved the file to the cloud. I had the germ of a plan to make them all suffer. I just had to have an alibi for when the shit came down. One of the central questions I needed to answer was if I wanted to be present when hell rained down on them or whether I needed plausible deniability. The nasty plan I was dreaming up could net me years in...
A lot of women would have been disturbed, or angry, after their boyfriend or husband revealed to them that he swings both ways. Shawna Gibbs-Jones, the daughter of stoic farmers from Grand Island, Nebraska, is the exception to that rule. She'd always been a rebel, and a highly experimental young woman, the type to take things as they come and roll with the p...
She was an island on the outer banks and I was a night shift at a twenty four hour deli. She wore the sun and beach in a deep tan beneath her dark flowing hair, I was a pale white beneath a neon beer sign, flashing on and off, on and off. It was an impossible thought that we could ever meet, ever even think of a distant future where we might be in the same p...
"Welcome to First Nations University," Regina Willerby said, and the young woman looked at the dozen or so future students (and their parents) who were following her on a tour of campus. As usual, she began with a brief expose on the school's history, and what life was like at Canada's first school dedicated to the educational advancement of people of Aborig...