Author's Note: American Ream is intended to be an episodic telling of the misadventures of Frankie Heck, a middle aged single mother trying to survive in a brutal economy. The episodes will stand alone although they will move the narrative forward a bit, more or less like a TV season. There will be sex, but there will also be story, some of it even a bit f...
The summer after I graduated from high school I had the chance to take a chemistry class for college credit so I signed up. On the first day of class I found myself seated alphabetically next to a beautiful black girl who had the same last name as mine. Janette is 5-7 tall and 125 shapely pounds, on the track team, with thick wavy black hair. As the weeks we...
This story is about an elementary school teacher who sees a young man who reminds her of her college days and the black man that owned her. Her mind is infatuated with this young man who is a senior within her school district. The more she sees him the more her mind fantasizes about him. The previous chapter ended up with the young man, naked and taking cont...
Chapter 8—Moved back! This is the continuing story of my sexual adventures with an older Japanese ballerina. I would recommend that you start from the beginning of how I meet M Chan in Chapter 1 and how she's opened my life up to some of the craziest, wildest, and best sex I have ever had. ***** I recently returned to live in Japan again after working a...
Note: This story is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomm...
Holly shifted uneasily in her bed. She felt she would never get to sleep. Her tiny breasts felt tight and almost ached. Her nipples were sort of tender but not like with her period. Her panties had felt wet. She'd checked them, it was a clear fluid and it seemed to come from between her lips. She had been a very late developer. Her period didn't arrive until...
Author's note: Tradition would have us believe the night before St. Agnes' Day, January 21, is always bitterly cold. A virgin who says her prayers and goes to bed without supper this night will surely see her future husband in her dreams. With a "tip o' m' hat" to John Keats for inspiring me with THE EVE OF ST. AGNES and Sister R________ for assigning Keats'...
In my last story, I was discovered by wife's friends, Mandy and Michael. If you didn't catch the last adventure; they caught me dressed up in my wife's lingerie, fucking myself with a dildo. Mandy took advantage of this opportunity, and catered to Jim's fantasy while her husband Michael watched. It is now the next day; Sunday. My wife and I are sleeping in...
Life is strange. Just when you've got a handle on things, when you can finally see the path ahead - everything you've taken for granted seems to vanish in the pure light of day. Paradigms shift, leaving you breathless and unsure of yourself. Your children grow up and leave to begin a life of their own. An uncle you hardly remember leaves you his prized Bill...
The smoke floating in the air made Aidan's eyes sting and he wasn't particularly enjoying the constant jostling of the closely packed crowd. It was Saturday night, a little more than twenty-four hours since he'd pitched writing an in-depth review of Seattle's newest nightclub to Lynette. But now that he was here in the midst of the loud conversation and bl...