December 27 afternoon Maggie seemed nervously ebullient all afternoon long. After not fucking Marcus in several days, they had shared an intense, intimate coupling. Part of her happiness was undoubtedly due to the fact that she was giving her body to the man who had put his black seed deep in her, breeding her with his black child. In my experience, there...
How often do you find that you are thinking of someone or a situation that involved someone and suddenly the phone rings and it is that person on the phone? On Thursday night I was spending some private time with myself remembering the fraternity party with Arnold. OK, OK, I had my special massager stroking my purring kitty when my tablet chimed letting me...
In the first chapter, Allison, a happily married white woman, agreed to attend acting classes with her new friend Lisa. Their acting coach was an arrogant black man named Jeff. Promising Allison a part in a play about an interracial couple, Jeff tricked Allison into sleeping with him. * * * * * The day after Jeff had seduced her, Allison called in sick and...
Janet Taylor looked up at her impressive three storey house as the taxi pulled up in front. It always pleased her to see the home that she shared with her husband, Barry. A lot of work had gone into the renovations over that last few years and, although most of it had been a pain, she had to admit that the end result justified all the hard work. She sighed...
The plane just started backing out of the gate. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat, relaxing, getting ready for the flight to New York City. "Flight attendants prepare all doors for takeoff and cross check..." came across the loudspeaker as I closed my eyes. It had been a hectic morning, we'd dropped off the kids with family and rushed to the ai...
The air was crisp and sweet when she left the office for lunch. She loved living so close to her office; it gave her opportunity for a bit of an afternoon break. She would head home today to rest a while. She had been so busy lately sewing and mending costumes for her nieces and nephews for Halloween. As she pulled up in her driveway the mailman was just p...
Harriet Harper did not cry at her mother's funeral, far from it. As a light rain fell on the few people in black that attended, most as local volunteers, Harriet did her best to control a smile of relief as the coffin was lowered into the grave. At 42, she had led a life as a spinster which had been enforced by the tyrannical woman, she venting her ire on th...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...
Carla smiled politely at the young concierge as she walked past him, she just caught him staring at her, on her way to another benefit dinner where her husband was the guest of honor. Carla was quite bored at going to these kinds of functions. She felt as though that she was merely being displayed by her husband as somewhat like a trophy or a conquest, and s...
This brief story could got under either the Interracial or Anal categories. *** The middle-aged woman looked out the window at the young drifter mowing the tall grass and weeds her husband humorously called a lawn in the grueling heat, the temperature and humidity making his ebony skin glisten in the sun, and then she looked at the five crumpled dollar bil...