Hi again, it’s me Nan. Once again I bring you the written copy of a more recent interracial adventure. Just like before, I love receiving mail from all of you and if you don’t get a reply from me the first time, hell, write me again. A little background for this story: It happen one night last summer. I was on my way home from club-hopping (my hubby w...
Hi readers. Here's the next installment. As you can probably tell, this story is slowly coming to an end. I didn't mean for this story to go on for as long as it has, but it seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy reading these new chapters. Happy reading. As always, all characters are 18 years or older. * Chapter 13 Sam woke up late th...
So before I begin regaling you with my newest adventure with my magical chess set, let me talk about my finances. As you probably remember, I'm named after a granduncle, because his will stipulated that his wealth would go to the first child named after him. Even though they didn't hesitate to name me after my granduncle, I knew it really bugged my parents t...
A trip to the Dentist is not something that I look forward to, and my six monthly check up was no exception. I managed to get the final appointment of the day at a dental surgery I had not been to before. The Dentist was not available, but I was assured the senior Dental Nurse would be more than capable of conducting the check up and cleaning. I arrived at t...
I was 28 or 29 when I met Melanie. I had been visiting a family member on the north side of Phoenix, Arizona. I was driving a small, open air, tiller steered, parade car. The car resembled an antique from the late 19th century. I had made some repairs to the car, and was test-driving it before returning it to its owner. I saw a small boy and what I thought...
I shuffle my feet down the painstakingly long hallway to my hotel room. I've just arrived in San Francisco and the lateness of the hour is quickly catching up to me. The floral patterned carpet beneath my shoes swirls in a psychedelic frenzy as my groggy eyes struggle to keep their focus. The hallway is brightly lit, annoyingly so, but the décor is tastefu...
This story is loosely based on my life, but is largely fiction. There is no explicit sex. If you want a stroke story, this isn't for you. I unlocked my front door. It was all I could do to open the heavy door and close it behind me. I took three steps and sat on the floor. How had I gotten to this point? ============== Sixteen years ago, I was a freshly...
© SusanEngland January 04 – This story may not be quoted in whole or in part at any other site without the express permission of the author. The author would appreciate any comments on this work at her email address. I wrote this story in response to a Club ‘Valentine’s Day Competition.’ I cried the whole of the time I was writing. I hope that it is not to...
Not Like Loving You! By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer Now and again a particular song will suddenly grab my attention and just will not let go again. One morning recently I heard Nell Bryden's "Not Like Loving You" on the radio. I had heard the song before, but that day it just got to me. I knew that I wouldn't be able to do anything until I'd tried to wri...
Note: To refute the assumption that I can't write a story that doesn't actually contain a description of the sex act, I present this. I hope this story stands on its own, because it'll almost certainly end up with the lowest rating I've had yet. So be it! It was the third power outage this month, and I was getting tired of calling the same recorded voice, p...