This is in the category of not easy to tell for my own personal reasons. I will never get over feeling I betrayed my husband. My husband is no angel. I keep calling him a pervert, lol, and he is. He would have had no problem with what I did and he would have encouraged it if he had known. I had been with another man before this but it was with my husband's...
My name is Jennifer Saint Hill. Just a tall, voluptuous young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I write this because I want to give thanks. I'm thankful for what I've got. The Good Lord gave me intelligent, health and good looks. He also gave me a wonderful family. I am grateful for my father, Franklin Saint Hill. He's a stocky black m...
It was a cold, snowy, winter day. The sky was overcast and flurries floated from the sky. Inside her nice warm house, Melissa was packing her suitcase. It was her normal once a year drive up to her mom's house for Christmas. She was looking forward to it and had everything ready. She loaded the suitcases into her nice Lincoln Town car. She smiled as she made...
I carefully cleaned the wounds on my husband's back. I was still reeling from this series of events-Aedinius' death in battle, my newfound love for Jareth, my dead husband's return, his story of survival and capture. I listened as he continued with his tale. Aedinius spent his days training for the gladitorial games, and spent his nights plotting his escap...
The name is Samuel. The Hero of this tawdry little tale and literally hundreds of others. A tall, good-looking, big and handsome young black man of Haitian origin whose politically incorrect sex stories have taken collegiate America by storm. Today, this ends. I am forsaking all the mean and sexy things that I used to do. I've recently graduated from college...
Not many people like tragic endings, so if you're one of them, I suggest you do not read this story. Fern stared numbly at the photograph she clutched in her hand. She waited for the tears to come, as they always had, but this time they didn't. Perhaps she had no more left to shed. She wasn't alone in the photograph she held so tightly, she was with Ron,...
Follow up to same story, but this time its from my wifes perspective (as made up by me). If you dont like Cuckold Themes, please stay clear. For the rest, enjoy. * The door bell rang out through the house like a church bell. Too loud! With the kids at my parents for the weekend, and my husband not due home for an hour it was still too loud. Embarrassingly...
"So you're in an abnormally bad mood these last few days. I know I'm supposed to be able to read your mind but I'm having a bit of trouble. Mind filling me in? I promise to be good." Karen was the one waiting for me. I guess being a tiny bit obsessed with her makes her a little more likely to show up in m stories and my thoughts. I wasn't sure where she'd go...
175 AD, Roman Empire They came early morning. Nobody expected a raid. Aelia was a slave woman in her early thirties working for a family of patricians in a small border town of the Pontus province in the Eastern Roman Empire. Like other slaves she started her day before anybody else in her household doing menial tasks. This morning she was retrieving the c...
The Confrontation with Valente Oliver led me to where Valente was being held prisoner. We arrived to see Lara and Pham waiting for us with another man. As we walked in, they all stood up straight and Lara said, "Greetings sir. Greetings ma'am." I was confused by her formality but Oliver just took it in stride and said, "Greetings Lara. Dawson. Is she ready...