Chapter one – This is a fictional account. Lauren had her thumb out again. She hoped this ride would be better than several of the others and maybe more like the last. The first two had been truckers and they both had expected something for the ride. She was running from sex but sex seemed the only thing she knew and was good at. The first trucker that had...
A/N: I'd want to apologize for the long wait to this chapter. My muse took a hiatus. Thank you all, my faithful readers, for being patient with me and for sending me your comments and feedbacks, while I was in a lull. Once more I want to thank my wonderful editors: Lunarosa and Mapili50 for their assiduous and priceless help in this chapter. Enjoy! Chapt...
Beginning Our Honeymoon. I was finally on my way to my honeymoon mom had made all the arrangements for us. I had dated Paul for two years without being intimate, Paul and I had agreed we'd wait until we were married. Mom had introduced Paul and I saying I needed a good man like dad. Mom told me Paul's dad was going to put his son in charge of the Detroit b...
This is another prequel story from T n A College days in the 70s. Teller And Anderson College had started a tradition of having an annual costume contest every March to celebrate International women's day. The students in the feminists studies classes would be assigned an important female historical figure and be expected to give a short presentation in cos...
Needless to say, Saturday could not arrive soon enough. Antonio and his brother Marcus were to arrive at our house around 8 o'clock. I was taking Mary out to dinner and expected to be home before then and have her dressed in the crotchless French Maids uniform I had bought her complete with 6" "fuck me" pumps. I would give her that when we got home from dinn...
Two weeks had passed since Mari’s initiation into the sensual and erotic side of life. Pastor Richard was still residing with her and her husband, Pastor Syrus. Pastor Syrus was uncomfortable with the closeness that was apparent between his wife and his guest and now made it his business to make sure they were never alone together. Mari grew frustrated that...
Cassie was born on an Alabama plantation to third generation slave parents. While they had never known any other way of life the white plantation owners had only recently become wealthy enough to own slaves. Not really knowing what to do with them the Jackson's kept the Black family in the guest house and had them wait on them for dinners and such. So it was...
The motorway traffic was dreadful and I arrived at Sandra's much later than either of us expected. Nevertheless, she cheerfully laid on a light supper for me and kept me company while I ate. Our conversation continued over coffee and she poured me a generous glass of port before retiring to bed at around 10.30 pm. For the last half hour or so I've been sitti...
It took quite a while for my wife and I to come to terms with the fact Amy had given herself to my life-long enemies. However we eventually, albeit slowly, settled down and concentrated on looking after our children. We spent many hours revisiting the last few years, reliving the activities we had indulged in and talking out the tremendous and traumatic affe...
Hello my name is Libby, Libby Taylor. The story I am about to tell you is one, which has been haunting me for the past two years. Before I start telling my story I have to help you visualize the people involved. This will be good for me. The guilt has been killing me. Since that night I am unable to have a serious healthy relationship with anyone, becau...