The good Black man, the one so many Black women say they've given up on finding, does he really exist? I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Jacob Voltaire and I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Haitian immigrant parents. My folks, Antoine and Magdalene Voltaire moved to provincial Alberta from their hometown of Port-De-Paix, Repu...
Sometimes I like to explore situations where there is sexual manipulation of some kind. Not violence or rape necessarily, but where one person uses sexuality in a devious way on someone who is unsuspecting or unprepared. ***** Really, I guess the whole thing was my fault. I was the one always teasing her about having a three-way. I knew she was attracted t...
He had called her the next day, just like he promised. They had a short conversation about nothing in particular, and he told her he would swing by around 7 on Saturday to take her to dinner. Rosalie had never fallen for a guy so quickly before. Alistair was sweet, attentive and so good looking it made her nervous. She could barely wait till Saturday, just w...
I love feedback and eligibility. This is Part I of a two-parter. This part is light but the next will be considerably darker before things clarify for our hero/heroine. ***** I was returning from taking X-Rays of Mrs. Rappaport's bicuspids for evaluation when Waverly, one of the other hygienists at the Delta Dental office in Tacoma where I worked pulled m...
Matt woke up the next morning to the feeling of soft, warm flesh on top of him, two mounds pressing into his chest. His cock was rubbing against something wet, and he could hear soft breathing. He opened his eyes, and saw that Sophie was laid on top of him, sleeping peacefully, her big, pink duvet covering them both. Matt looked over at her clock, and saw th...
Had we known it would have ended up like this, would we have still gone? Probably not. We wouldn't have been horny enough to think it would be fun. We would have thought about things too sensibly. We probably would have decided to just do something else kinky. I would have missed a chance to see my girlfriend completely used in the dark hallways surrounding...
Well, my life is in shambles now. I had a loving wife whom I adored, and was in my final year of my master's studies. It all started with an assignment in my English class. Our professor was a very strange person. She had some weird sense of humor, and was always pushing us to write about things that made us very uncomfortable. Her idea I guess was to help u...
Author's note: This is a sequel to "When is Revenge too Much?" That story needs to be read to understand this one. If you were one of those who did not want me to write a sequel, don't read this. My last attempt at a sequel to another story was poorly written. I hope this is a better attempt. If not, let me know. ***** Oscar had heard that the best revenge...
Ashley and I virtually grew up together. She is a year older than me. Our parents were friends and she was like my big sister. Usually this type of relationship fades when puberty starts, but that was unique about her. She is very loyal and caring. Not that she is a saint by any means. She is not easily influenced by outside sources or opinions of others. We...
Dear Taryn I met my husband at my place of business, along with a lot of other strange people. I go by Scamper. They called me that since I was young and it was less boring than the boring crap on my birth certificate. My husband says he likes to "pamper Scamper" which I've always thought was a great attitude. So where I work, Becca's Toybox, is kind of a...