A lot of people talk bad about the Dirty South, and I can totally understand a lot of their viewpoints. My name is Claire Jane Warren-Sankara, C.J. to my friends, and I was born and raised in the City of Fayetteville, North Carolina. My family, the Warren Clan, is as redneck as they possibly come, and they had a veritable fit when I fell in love with Ibrahim...
I was nearly done fixing my neighbor's broken dryer, sweaty as could be, as it was already unseasonably warm for an afternoon in April, Saturday to be precise, when the door to the laundry room opened behind me. I wrapped up the last of the repairs before standing up to face whoever it was, thinking that it was Daisy Eisenstein, the sultry soccer mom who had...
Jen and I didn't have a chance to talk about our "evening with Ricky." With only a few days before our wedding, she took the week off and spent most of her time with her mom and bridesmaids, planning the last details. As the groom, though, I didn't have much to do, so I went to work and mostly thought about what had happened. Yes, it was gut wrenching and ma...
Life didn't offer a lot of joy for Lydia. Her only daughter was one of them. In fact it was the only thing her former fiancée. Unfortunately the bastard had left her after her pregnancy. She raised her daughter Mary alone, her parents didn't give a lot of help. She thought about finding someone but she failed. Now at 45 she didn't have the mind and the body...
Coastal Retreat Aaron woke me early and told me we were taking a two day vacation up the coastal highway all the way to San Francisco and that I should dress in something sexy; something showing my mid-section and something short; preferably a skirt. He also added that I should bring sneakers or hiking shoes to change into just in case we wanted to survey t...
As Jake's tongue slid into her pussy she lay there looking up at the ceiling and thinking of the last forty-eight hours. Saturday she had been wined and dined and then taken to a luxury condo on Steven's Lake and thoroughly fucked by Harvey (Dan's friend) and then on Sunday she had hung on Harvey's arm as he visited the Museum of Modern Art and then the Muse...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. I used to be one of the best players in the elite division hockey team what was the pride of our Scandinavian town. As a hockey star, I got numbers of invitations to all kind of events and I accepted to act as a model in a fashion show. To my great pleasure a very handsome blonde girl and I were to be a bride an...
They made it to the hotel room smoothly, their clothes falling on the floor and their lips glued on each other like wild fire. Rob could scarcely believe it as his bride pulled away and proceeded to sexily strip in front of him. "Oh baby, please stop. You're going to make me cum in my pants." Rob said half jokingly, feeling himself harden instinctively. He...
Before we return to the story, I'd like to thank all of those who have taken the time to offer praise, criticism and general commentary on chapters one though three of Jess's adventures. And now, on with the story.... After viewing Bob James' surveillance video of my husband and his lover, I was in turmoil. I was angry, I was hurt, I was scheming my reveng...
In days of old, as nighttime grew cold,    approaching October’s ending Back when a carriage was drawn with a horse And nary a marriage knew respite, divorce– So a bad choice at twenty meant lifelong remorse–       A woman named Sarah lay dying... When she was a bride, tall and wide-eyed,    her beauty and innocence blendin...