I am a gym teacher at the local high school, and also the coach of the ballet club. This year the club consists of eight seniors, four smallish white boys and four white girls, one of whom is my daughter. I had made her join the club against her will, and she didn't like the other girls in the club. My girl takes after my somewhat diminutive husband in her s...
They are sharing breakfast at the long dining table. Dwarfed by its length, it could seat around 20, the manoir must have been built around it. She'd woken before him this morning, coaxed from sleep by the sun and the obstreperous birds. He was still sleeping, the ghost of a snore. Looking hard at the firm, handsome enough face, gentled by sleep, she had w...
(This is my first attempt at a longer story. I am going to put it up in shorter chapters as I finish them. It may take awhile, but the whole story will emerge eventually. Don't expect anything hot and heavy at this point.) -------------------------------------------- Lenny Sanderson waved at the PACE bus from across the intersection on Plainfield Road, wil...
November 31 Rosetta was wearing a flimsy sarong and dancing. She had me sit in a chair. I hadn't worn clothes for a while. She wasn't putting the show on expressly for me. She decided she'd like to dance and wanted an audience. It didn't upset me. I was just happy that she had stayed around a few days. It had been nice. I didn't feel so much like a slave. W...
"Zero to one hundred in five seconds," thought Jack. A very short time ago he considered himself the least sexually experienced college freshman on the planet. Now he was being sucked off by none other than the college Pastor's wife. Monday's induction day at the college seemed an age ago. He had attended a session on extra-curricular sporting and recreati...
My name is Donald Smith and I am an accountant living in Milton, a small community in New England. I lead a normal life and I do normal, everyday things. I look like a regular guy, too. I stand around five feet ten inches, and I weigh two hundred pounds. My skin is jet-black, like so many of my African-American brothers and sisters. My girlfriend Paula Indig...
Sitting next to a very attractive lady you have just met with her open blouse exposing most of her very nice, very large chest is a bit disconcerting. Not only disconcerting but also my pants ego was getting pretty uncomfortable and starting to drool. Add to that this lady had both of her hands clutching one of mine. It is pretty difficult to begin a convers...
Zaire- 'Why is it always my luck' I thought as a tall wall of muscle knocked me down in the middle of the sidewalk on my way to work. The impact of the collision made me twist my ankle as I fell. "Miss are you okay? I'm so sorry" his deep honey flowing voice washed over me as he stooped down to help me up and pick my bag up off the ground. "Yeah I'm fi...
Jacqueline sits at her computer and closes her eyes. Her heart races a little and she feels that sweet wet warmth begin to form between her legs. She and Tony split four months ago but have been sending one another sexual text messages for a few weeks now. She admits to still not being over him and the erotically charged exchanges have been keeping walking a...
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...