Get out of the way! Damn, why don't people just get out of my way! I frigging hate these people who just stand there when I'm trying to get somewhere and I'm in a hurry. Fuck them! In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Jamella Hendricks. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, big-booty and very voluptuous young black woman living in the city of Bosto...
Sweet was an awfully pretty word, Miari thought, tilting her head in wonder as she stared, open-mouthed, at the pretty, bobbing cock in front of her. She licked her lips. Sweet was the prettiest word in the world. It was like birdsong. Like a sun shining through rain clouds. Sweet. Like a waterfall of sugar water casting pretty little rainbows all across t...
Author's note; This story is a Romance, and the sex occurs towards the ending. Some might not like it for its lack of vicarious luridness from the beginning to the very end. The poem John shares with Rachel; "Autumn" belongs to Emily Elizabeth Dickenson, (December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886). She was an American poet. I chose it because it is my favorite poem o...
Dennis Eames knew what he was getting in to when he married his beautiful Jennifer Jean. From the outset, she had been completely honest with him and he, in turn, had never hidden the truth from his family. They all, to a one, knew what his wife did for a living. His parents, who had grown up in the 1960's, were liberal, free-thinking people. They did not ob...
I wake up in a cloudy haze after I have been knocked out for God knows how long. The room I am in is very small with a bed, table, chair, and a toilet. The motif of this prison is just like everywhere else at Femco: black and pink. I start to get up and after I pull the latex sheets off of me I realize a horrible discovery. All of my clothes have been remove...
I flirt with the ladies. It is just something that I did. I did it without even thinking about it; it just came natural. None of them were ever going to take me up on anything I said and I knew it. Christ, I was fifty-two years old and the girls I flirted with were all in their twenties and were married or had boyfriends. Besides, they all knew my wife and t...
====== The dreaded first year of graduate school was just around the corner. I had no desire for business; my heart wasn't into it. A year earlier I graduated with an honors degree in English; I simply wanted to write. The only positive was that the college was in sunny California. I had stuck to my guns for four years, plus an additional unsuccessful year...
Several months ago I was sleeping with 2 women in my life; Michelle and Fujiko. Michelle is an American brunette while the slightly younger Fujiko hails from Japan. Michelle and Fujiko did not know about each other and I was able to see both of them without much drama. Then one evening both women unintentionally crossed paths for the first time. Long story...
We arrived home and Annie greeted us warmly, then stepped back to get a good look at me from head to toe, having me turn to see the full look. Satisfied with what she saw, I was told to bring in my clothes, put them away and then pick something pretty to wear as dinner would be ready shortly. Miss Maddy and Annie headed into the main house and I went about m...
Abstract: The brainwashing only works on four out of five women. The others have to stay at the Bimbo Asylum. * "Come-on. Undo my straight jacket," said Abigail, surprised that Brooklyn, Bronxie and even Madison would be so afraid to undo the knots tied in back. After all the laundry area had no guards and no cameras. "Hello, I can't use the tablet unless...