Hello, there. My name is Monica Jameson. I'm a big black woman and I am damn proud of it. I stand five feet eleven inches tall and I weigh 230 pounds. I'm a chunky girl with jet-black skin and I am not ashamed of it one bit. My body is thick and curvy, and I have a hell of an ass. Big, black and shaped like a heart. That's me. I've got a story to tell you. I...
******************************************* This is the beginning of the Private Game series. It is meant to be a standalone story and not as a prequel or sequel to any of my other stories. This contains my usual themes of wife infidelity, cuckolding, and voyeurism. I appreciate the feedback I have received and some of the correspondence. I have taken some...
Chuck was one crazy bastard, but Deena wanted to fuck him nonetheless. She had listened to him talk about his crazy sexual exploits many times before, usually over lunch breaks with coworkers or on smoke breaks by the loading dock at their place of employment at one of the local big box retailers. From blowjobs in the back alley behind after-hours bars, to t...
I am a twenty-nine-year old stay at home mom with a two-year old daughter. My husband Glen has a good job as a roofer and is able to provide us with a comfortable lifestyle. We live in a two-story brick house in an older residential part of town. Most of our neighbors are long time residents. My name is Augusta and I come from a Portuguese background. I s...
John keeps asking me questions and I don't know what to tell him. He wants to know what I did when I was alone with the kids in Virginia while he was overseas. He doesn't really want to know. I dated Chuck in Virginia before I married John. John lived in Georgia. I moved to Georgia to marry John and leave Chuck behind. As fate would have it, John and I mov...
The first day of deer hunting season in Pennsylvania is almost a state holiday. Most schools in rural areas are closed that first day of the two-week rifle season. That is because most male students, a fair number of female students, and many of the teachers and administrators are going to be in the woods hunting. Over the years, it became more practical to...
originally published in BloodMoon January 2002 issue “You look lost.” Her head snaps around, away from the seething cul-de-sac down the street. Lank blonde hair that might be pretty--if washed and combed--slithers across her wind chapped face. Dark blue eyes widen as if with faint recognition. He’s not surprised. He’s been watching as she’s wandered th...
Ch. 3 Little brother, you betrayed me! Hungrily looking at Juliana laying down on the soft leather, Chuck pulled his shirt open with buttons flying, he pressed himself over her body with his bare chest. Keeping a hand over the side, he prevented his body from crushing her, yet still made her feel his heat over her skin. Taking in the vulnerable sight of Ju...
A few years after my sister Debbie married, I learned that my brother-in-law played around on her. Just the way he stared at me was enough to make me nervous; like he could see through my blouse or something. I caught myself more than once checking to make sure my miniskirt was pulled all the way down. Whenever I did that, he'd smile slightly, looking down a...
Lucy was twenty-four and had never ridden a bike. "That's right Chuck, I can't ride a bike." Chuck was Lucy's coworker, best friend, and sometimes lover. At the moment, they were lounging by the pool at the apartment complex they both lived in. "I thought everyone learned to ride as a child," Chuck said as he rolled his head to the left to look at his best...