Please be sure to read chapters 1 and 2. Your vote and comments good or bad are much appreciated!! Mandi sat on the edge of the worn mattress and stared into the dwindling fire once again as Chris had once again fallen into a slumber. Her thoughts were torn between Chris and his passions to considering her options on the rest of her life. She had no doubts...
** Attention; this is a story regarding an white wife in an interracial affair. If you do not like this type of story do not read this. If you decide to continue anyway do not waste my time or yours writing emails about how disgusting interracial relationships are, using the "N" word, talking about how the husband should kill or burn alive both of them, etc....
Part One: The day out. Three's a crowd, but four is... well read on and make your own mind up. But, please don't ask me what I think, I'm still coming down and can't think straight yet. Erotica. Probably the best exhibition or show in London of the year. Usually held around the middle of November, when it is cold and miserable out, but the heat in the Gra...
Jenny and I didn't really discuss the night with the guys (or the morning after) apart from a few subtle comments and some decidedly naughty grins. One couldn't exactly say we had experienced holiday 'romances', but our escapades were away from home and not part of real life somehow, so we didn't even mention it to each other. Jenny didn't know I knew about...
The horse's wings beat slowly but steadily as it flew across a kingdom with no king. The mount was tired, but his heart was strong and he continued without complaint, as if sensing the need for this urgent flight. His rider was equally weary, but that weariness came more from a burden on the soul than any fatigue of body or limb. The wind that blew through...
It's 1:30am, and my dick is inside a girl I have known for less than three hours. Her name is Ginger. Ginger's ass cheeks are jiggling each time I thrust in from behind. And Ginger's tongue is massaging her best friend's swollen clit. The friend's name is Alex. With Alex and Ginger splayed open in front of me -- a pleasing landscape of tawny, young flesh --...
I was standing under the awning outside McDonald's on this particularly gray Wednesday morning. I happen to look up as a new white Mercedes Benz pulled in the driveway. I was staring at the car because it looked so out of place in Mickey D's. I watched as the car parked across from where I was standing. Then a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, fol...
Drew Fitzpatrick walked behind his classmates along Westmoreland Street in Dublin. He and several other University of Kentucky students had traveled to Ireland over the summer to study Irish Literature 427, and tonight they had the night off. They had decided to go to two legendary Dublin pubs, The Brazen Head and the Temple Bar. The Brazen Head is the oldes...
Thanks for the feedback on Chapter One. I didn't mean to name the main protagonist after Xena the Warrior Princess. This story has no relation to that one but you're free to imagine what you want (obviously). This story also introduces "jumping", imagine that they're teleporting. It's not a part of the story for long so I didn't bother writing much about it...
Jessica and Emma were in a quiet corner of their favourite pub. Their girls' night out was overdue. They had finally arranged it. Jessica was driving; that meant that Emma could have more than one drink. That might help to loosen her up, thought Jessica. They had been firm friends since Emma joined the school, two years after Jessica. They were similar in...