Just a quick correction, in the last update, I mention Mean Joe Green as a linebacker...as a Miami Dolphin fan I should know better. He actually was a defensive lineman. Small detail, true, but an import one. I should know better. Also, I keep spelling "Pittsburg", It's actually Pittsburgh. Again a small detail mistake but one I shouldn't be making! Huge tha...
Church is a drag. Not always, though. When my mother told me that I'd be attending my niece's confirmation, I agreed to drive her and attend. After all, who doesn't want to make their mother happy? Of course, I wasn't exactly looking forward to it. This was a Catholic service we were to be attending, after all, and nobody likes to revel in protracted cerem...
Sliding my long and thick, uncircumcised black dick into the widening asshole of a chubby, dark-skinned black woman, a strange thought enters my consciousness. The only time today's black women seem to notice black men is when those same black men are seen in the company of white women. When a black man is by himself, he's of no interest and no worth to the...
At first it was pure lust that attracted me to Nancy. Those big green eyes, beautiful red hair down to her shoulders, soft, yet perky b cup breasts with beautiful nipples poking out behind her blouse. Her ass was perfect too; that nice round bubble shape that looks so good in tight jeans. It didn't help that she had that soft southern accent, and seemed so d...
I get most of my exercise-outside the bedroom-on my bike. Little did I know you could combine the two so well. It's not unusual for me to ride 50 or 60 miles on a Saturday or Sunday. Plus, I only need to drive ten minutes from my condo to be in the country. I much prefer riding my bike on country roads than on bike trails. I leave the trails for walks with...
The right path in life isn't the one you choose, it's the one that chooses you. My name is Charlene Dickinson and I have a story to share with you. It's about how I found, lost and regained purpose, and eventually discovered what I was truly made of and who I was meant to be with. I was born on November 9, 1990, in Salt Lake City, Utah. My sign is the Scorpi...
All people in this story are over eighteen years of age. ***** Jeremy did not know what to expect from this meeting. He responded to an advertisement for a home tutor during the summer holidays. This was usually a period of little study and even less demand for teachers and it were only the very good and the well-connected teachers that would be in demand...
(Of all the true stories, sweet romances, diaries, manuscripts or documented words of love and passion I have ever written, this is my favorite of all time. Read it and you'll know why. It's just so darn touching. You just know some women are going to make perfect loving wives. But if you're a man, the trick is to find one for yourself.) The early morning...
Working with Jose was something of a trial. "Alan, may I ask what you are thinking you are doing with that torch and those tanks of gas?" I closed the jeep door and frowned at Jose's shadowy figure, standing against the crumbled wall in the darkness. "We have to get in somehow, don't we? The door is reinforced with iron and the lock will be corroded shut,...
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