"You fucked it up! You fucked EVERYTHING up!" An auburn-haired white-faced woman on the monitor screamed, "and all you have to say for yourself is that you're sorry?!" A caramel-skinned woman with tight, dark curls in a half-updo sat in her pearly silk robes, half-listening, if that. "Lee!" the other screamed again. Lee only somewhat processed what th...
Hey, there. My name is Geneva Ambrose. A six-foot-three, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned, twenty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a state police officer. And one of the toughest chicks you will ever meet. At night, I am a BDSM fanatic. Does that surprise you? It really shouldn't. There are lots of Black m...
Author's Note: I am not well-educated on the matters of time travel or time machines. The beginning is simply meant as an explanation as to why Marilla ended up in the past, and is not intended to be historically or scientifically accurate. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to...
It's been 6 months since my wife and I have moved to Orlando from Ohio. Currently Ros was back in Ohio for a visit, apparently her cousin Gina was unaware Ros was out of town. It was 11:00 AM Friday, and I had just retuned home from some appointments. I had just walked in the back door when the front door bell rang. We didn't know many neighbors yet so I w...
The mood comes into you when you're kissing her, when your bodies are pressed tightly and you start tearing off your clothes. The feeling of her vulnerability stokes some fire in you, fed by a hard day at work and worries over life in general and suddenly you want to exert your power over someone...and she is perfect for the moment. So solid and able to feel...
This Chapter is a little light on the sex - you need to really have read the other chapters to get an idea of what's going on - enjoy! Liz woke early the next morning. For a brief moment she suffered from short term memory loss, having no clue as to where she was or what she was doing there. But as she became accustomed to the orange surroundings she grinne...
With a last longing look in the ladies' room mirror she shook her hair, trailed an elegant finger over her beautiful cleavage and reapplied her blood-red lipstick. Her pupils were vast and black, still dilated in luscious memory of the brutal fucking that had just been delivered by the maître d'. But that was merely the appetiser. This night was far from ov...
Hello, perverts. Thank you for joining me once again as I explore the disturbing landscape of my own mind, where supermodels scream bad words during sex, every girl likes to have her nipples sucked, and Jennifer Garner is not as annoying in real life as she seems. Tonight, I’ll be discussing one of my favorite topics. Porn. For just a moment, say the wo...
Honey I just remembered an incident that I never told you about. Nothing really bad happened and I know you want me to tell you these things if I remember them so here goes. I was just twenty three and I had just met you and I was still living at the double wide trailer with my brother and our room mate John, who owned it. I was such a beautiful little hot...
"So why are you really here?" Shakespeare says. He's got her in his bedroom, which seems to take up an entire floor. She's still not sure how he managed this. He's lying back in the bed, which is canopied in deep blue curtains. "I'm not really here," Des says. She's on the floor, leaning against a desk, wearing a cowboy hat. He told her she should really b...