Mike sat near the water fountain at the mall with his head hung low. He was mourning the recent loss of his girlfriend, of whom he caught cheating. He thought to himself how could he possibly be so naive. She took his money and probably spent it on other guys. She had sex with other guys. Why couldn't he have seen this coming, he wondered. Just as he gave a...
Note: this is the final chapter in a multi-part story. You can read from here if you want, but I think it's much better if you read the previous chapters in order. Please don't judge harshly if you haven't read the previous chapters. Also, please note that this is the conclusion of the saga with Allen and Becky, but there's no sex in it. If you liked the pre...
We slept late next morning and it was close to noon when we woke up. I was the first to get up. As I got up I saw her sleeping beside me. Her face was partially covered with hair and she had a calm angel like feel on her face. I walked up to my laptop and opened up my diary. I wrote in there how happy I felt today and I also wrote about my plans for the even...
Oh my god, was all I heard, I did hear the door open or anything. There she was just standing there with her mouth open, her eyes wide, wide open staring at us. The woman who I later found out was her mother in law (Anna). Anna was staring for a couple of seconds and then started yelling in Spanish. I took Spanish in school, but I couldn't make out any of th...
After what took place on Tuesday, Mrs. Anderson told me to come around Thursday, around ten. So Thursday morning comes around and I'm sitting around. I look out the window and what do I spy? Little Bobbie Gershwin from next door is outside cutting the lawn, in a halter-top and a tight pair of Daisy Dukes of all things . . . Bobbie Gershwin has this HUGE ra...
Foreword: My views are based on my experiences with not just Black women, but White, Asian, and Hispanic women as well. If you don't share those views, then that is your right. If you are a bigot or a racist, this is not for you. Or maybe it is, if you are willing to open your mind and accept what is written as truth. But if not, just move along. I still...
Prolog: Because we are currently engaged in "Slavery by Syndication," it is difficult for modern man to assert his individuality. Adding to the dilemma of "socialization," we have a syndicated academia that strain to seduce capitalistic communism onto their current students -- which attempts to robotize young minds by creating a higher educational power (a...
If you haven't liked my previous stories, please pass this one by and take your shitty comments with you. For everyone else.......enjoy! * Throughout our marriage, my wife has always been the 'computer geek' in the family. While I have long used computers at work, using them in the home was never a priority for me. That is until I saw their utility in fac...
Almost dinnertime... but not yet I kneel pretty. Head up high and proud. Smiling and batting my eyelashes at any Mistress who looks at me. Shoulders back even though my wrists are shackled close to my collar. Back straight, Tits out. A coy "Mona Lisa" half-smile on my face when I don't know if any Mistress is watching or not. I scratch my nose and hope a Mi...
The game was over on TV, and the latest loss for Brad's team sure didn't help his mood any. His fatherly duties had also called him away frequently, so he had mercifully missed seeing the most cringe-inducing plays. But now the kids had gone off to play with friends and he had his laptop out on the table again. He was anxiously checking his email every few...