{This story takes place in the Old West. All characters are over 18} Robert Lee Jackson, who was later known as “Snake Jackson” was born in July 1862 on a small ranch just outside of Amarillo, Texas. His Daddy, wounded earlier in the war, struggled to support his wife and four children on the hardscrabble land. As the war ended, times got harder, but the Jac...
In May 1997 I was two months shy of my twentieth birthday & just finishing my sophomore year at St. Joseph's College, Brooklyn Campus. I had grown up speaking a dialect of Italian at home, had taken Italian as my foreign language all four years of high school, and at college I was doing well in advanced Italian...my professor said I spoke nearly as well as a...
I watched her sitting with her boyfriend in the boarding area for a transatlantic flight to Paris. Her slight, athletic frame was barely covered by a cotton top that left her tanned midriff exposed under the shade of her pert, overhanging breasts. My eyes followed her legs up from her toes to the point where her short skirt tantalizingly covered the reason f...
I'm still early, and the people at the airport desks are not yet ready to take in our suitcases. I have to wait behind a rope until the staff allows me to come; nervously I watch the time go by. Once more, I check the tickets and passports—time and date on the tickets are correct, and the names are spelled exactly the same way as in our passports. Fortunat...
The next seven days passed in the same fashion, from the moment she was awake, Molly was given endless amounts of tasks to be completed. Always from the Captain and always the worst jobs, shy of the bilge pump that was. Sending her up the ratlines and into the crow's nest for short times before calling her down to be shown how the guns worked. Cleaning the v...
This is my first post on the site. A list of recommended Lit writers led me to the Interracial Love category. After reading great stories, I decided to write one of my own. I hope you enjoy it, as it is one of the first stories I have written in years. I encourage your feedback and ratings, they are greatly appreciated and will be used to guide my writing in...
It was the morning of the day we were going to fly back to our home in the northern hemisphere. I will miss the warmth of the sun, the rustle of the palm trees, the sound of the ocean and the endless blue sky. But I am eager to return home. Back to routine. Back to my training routine. Back to sleeping on the floor at the end of your bed. Sitting at your fee...
I'd like to thank jen_litgirl for her editing work and suggestions on this piece. If it's well received I'll write parts II and III. As the city passed by outside the taxi window I thought to myself, it's going to be one hell of a stressful, yet boring day. I was on the way to SeaTac and a flight home. I'd just spent a great week with friends running arou...
The picture on my cell phone was of my wife's big round tits. The nipples were fully extended, and amazingly...they were covered with endless gobs and ropes of a sticky thick white substance. I'd never gotten a picture like this one before. "He just left. I'm glad he blew his load across my chest, or he might have drowned me!" The accompanying text message r...
"May we have your attention, flight 5564 to Houston, Texas will be boarding shortly. Please have boarding pass ready. We will start with first class, then bus..." "Explain to me again Sam the method to this madness she has set up for you?' "Well Dinah, I fly into Houston, layover for five hours. Then fly to Munich then Toulouse. Total time 22 hours." "...