Please read the "Perfect Man" before reading this. This story is a continuation of that story. * It had been a week since Justin had seen Sandra. He talked to her on the phone everyday, but she had refused to see him until another week had passed. When he would ask to see her she would always remind him of what she had told him the last time they saw each...
Beth Mitchell opened her eyes to the soft light of early dawn seeping through the sky-blue gauze curtains covering her bedroom windows. She stared up at the ceiling for a second, then turned and looked at her alarm, noting that she had another fifteen minutes before it would go off. But instead of laying her head back down – she had never been the sort to go...
You'd think being married to the minister of our local Methodist Church, not to mention acting as choir director every Sunday, would be more than enough to make me comfortable getting up in front of a crowd of people and singing. You'd be wrong. I love to sing. Any vocal music turns me on, whether choir, classical, gospel, or popular. My problem has always...
Donna woke early, as was her usual routine. She spied Lori curled up on the floor in the fetal position. Her arm was acting as a pillow. Donna stepped out of bed, stretched her arms. She went to her suitcase and pulled out a few items, placing them on a chair. She picked up her panties from last night and tossed them on the chair. She walked over to the slee...
First I would like to thank the people who commented on my last stories. Being new to this, all comments are welcome, even vile and disgusting ones. They all give me insight as to future stories. Now a moment to issue a warning about this story. Anyone that doesn't like interracial stories, may want to look elsewhere. It is doubtful that such negative and v...
Author's Note: This is how Ulysses' story ends. Feel free to read September Catalysts to learn how he impregnated one of the characters reused in this story. Chapter 1 So many women he made love to. They were mothers, daughters, grandmothers, aunts, nieces, sisters, single, married, two at once, three at once, sometimes even five at once, all white, with t...
"Hey, you! You missed one! Get it right!" said one free-range citizen of our fair city. I shrugged, and stabbed up another piece of rubbish; he laughed, and sped off. I looked over my shoulder, back down the highway, towards the warden in charge of all us inmates out on trash detail. Oh well, at least it was nice to be outdoors. What led me there was an unf...
"Don't look now," said my friend Karen. "Bob is here." Of course, I did look. Unfortunately, he was looking my way at the same time, so we made eye contact. "Fuck," I said. "Well, he'll probably just ignore us." "Don't think so. He's heading this way." I sighed. Trouble was the last thing I needed. I was in a prolonged dating slump (it seemed like I alwa...
"Not interested, dude, you see, I find your lack of masculinity disturbing," Mansur "Manny" Osman said, smiling. The dejected look on the other man's face was quite simply sweet nectar to him. Mansur looked at the tall, skinny, soft-spoken and somewhat effeminate guy in the too-tight clothes and shook his head. As usual, Mansur was a magnet for everything he...
Chapter Twenty-One James phoned Carolyn late evening and they chatted for twenty minutes, but he could tell by her voice she was tired and asked how John was holding up. He knew John would be equally as tired and he tried to lighten the conversation and asked if she had her georges with her, which brought a smile to her face. She gave a little giggle. "I...