Note to the reader. This story is intended to help people interested in white wives being fucked by black men to enjoy themselves. The two primary characters in this story are fictional. They represent no one living or dead. I did not even bother to develop any other characters in the story. They might as well be eskimos or sea creatures. I am only intereste...
Andrew had sunk somewhere below rock bottom he felt. Life had become miserable. Nothing in his existence was going well. Keeping with the adage of Americans hitting the open road in times of tumult, he followed suit and packed some of the belongings he still owned. During his recent divorce, he'd acquiesced and signed over much of his net worth to his now fo...
Prologue My name is Xenia, a wife and a mother of 2 children. I am a real estate agent, I manage rental properties and dealing with tenants and landlords. I was a devoted Christian and married to Gab, my husband for 15 years. I am the dominant one in this marriage. Everyone around us knows I am the one wearing the pants around the house. Gab runs his own t...
Down the corridor Lynn knew something was watching her and waiting patiently for her to go to sleep. She just needed to stay awake a few hours and it would be dawn and she would be safe. The beautiful 200-year-old cottage had sounded like such a good deal when she bought it. Hand carved shutters and a beautiful rose garden growing in the backyard. The kitche...
For the second morning in a row, I woke up wearing, dried cum encrusted, women's underwear. As I awoke, I could feel the skin of my cock stuck to the cage. It was uncomfortable but bearable. It took a minute for my eyes to focus. As they did, I looked over at my bed. In it, my wife and her handsome lover were still asleep in each other's arms. I had spent th...
Maurice and Miriam Smith had it all or so it seemed. They were the epitome of the typical young upwardly mobile professional couple as known as 'yuppies.' They had been high school sweethearts and attended the same state university. While Maurice played around some in college and joined a fraternity, Miriam probably would have joined a sorority but money was...
It was eleven-thirty when I woke up again and I heard the sound of Julie in the kitchen. She was pouring herself a glass of orange juice and speaking to someone on her cell phone. At first, it was difficult to make out any of the conversation when I sat up from my laying position on the couch trying to regain consciousness. At the time, Julie was unaware t...
October 2001 "I got one," said Eric holding up the video cassette. "Cool," said Doreen, "I hope it's nasty." The twenty year old was lying naked on top the covers of their bed on her stomach watching the little tv in their apartment. It was a sexy pose. Doreen's back tapered down to a thin waist, then two perfectly formed hills rose up, a beautiful, roun...
Salutations, my friends and devoted readers. Wanda Philogene here. Your favorite Haitian dominatrix, taking the beautiful City of Brockton, Massachusetts, by storm. Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news. I've dumped Sean Prescott, my favorite white dude, on account of him becoming possessive of me. Sean and I were cool, and we had some fantastic sex, b...
We live in Cary, North Carolina, just outside of Raleigh. I had been married to Wally Burton for thirteen years. Wally is the nicest man who ever walked the earth. I just love him to death. Wally was the captain for Tidewater Industries, flying their Beechjet 400. As for me, I worked as the personal director for the Old Southern Bank. We were both born and r...