She was sound a sleep, I had stayed up a little later to watch Saturday Night Live and play on the computer...at least, that is what I told her. Tonight was the night. I had created a profile on a popular social networking site a few months ago. I posted sexy pictures of her and start looking for the perfect guy to share her with. I didn't want someone c...
I was certain that I would die in the vice grip of the walls that closed in around me. Each day was the same as the day before: The bitter smell of cheap coffee wafting from the kitchen. The skipping record cadence of my husband singing "Punkin doodle all the day" as he baked bacon in our cheap oven. The walls closed in. We were stuck. Unable to move and ba...
The name is Stella Clayton-Qasim and I'm a thirty three-year-old Black woman living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, delightfully curvy, big-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I used to play for the Women's Rugby Club at my old university. These days, I work as a clerk/legal secretary for a law firm in downtown Det...
Percy Seaton, A tall handsome man, in his 30s, clearly successful, dressed in a dapper suit sat back on his office chair behind his large oaken desk. Behind him was a large window that gave an impeccable view of the entire sprawling metropolis. Art pieces that projected wealth and power adorned his walls. A full bar of fine liquors was to the left of him and...
Please give me the support of your vote and comment All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story. * Think about the supposition that all women are whores. If I'm a whore and if all women are whores, then all men are whoremongers Imagine the ramifications of believing that all women a...
I needed a little time for round two. So I suggested that we take a shower and then have a snack. Diana gave me a kiss on the lips and agreed. "You go first" I told her. There were only three towels in the apartment and I'd been using one already that week. I got up, opened the mirrored cabinet where all the clothes were stored, and pulled out a thick fluffy...
Prologue My name is Xenia, a wife and a mother of 2 children. I am a real estate agent, I manage rental properties and dealing with tenants and landlords. I was a devoted Christian and married to Gab, my husband for 15 years. I am the dominant one in this marriage. Everyone around us knows I am the one wearing the pants around the house. Gab runs his own t...
This is part 3 of a series and it is highly recommended that you read the first two parts in order to understand the characters. As usual all comments are welcomed and encouraged. *** In the ensuing months, Amy and I still went to the rugby club once a fortnight for the home game. We were acutely aware of how embarrassed we both were, when Amy bared her b...
In many ways, Dale and Sybil could be placed in the 'opposites attract' category of couples. Dale was a business major and Sybil was a social work major. Dale knew where he was headed. His family was wealthy but did not believe in spoiling their children. He worked in the Student Grille while in college which is where he met Sybil. Members of Dale's family w...
A crowded lobby stood in front of Joshua as he began to drag the suitcases towards the elevators. Luckily two of the cases had small wheels on them, which made it a lot easier. Though the laughter he got from the women he passed made the whole matter a lot more humiliating. Joshua could hardly fathom how this had all happened. Just a few days ago he had go...