Note from the author: My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them. The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don't read....
The Blues It was May, near the end of the school year. Jean-Paul and the rest of the "French Teachers" would soon be going home, with only a few returning in the fall. None of the women I knew were planning to come back, and neither was Jean-Paul. To arrange for their return all the Teachers, with a few exemptions, gathered at the Department of Education in...
You are leaned against me, between my legs. Your hands are chained to the head of the antique bed, your ankles to the foot. I am settled in behind, beneath you and am propped against the headboard. You sit, naked between my legs, resting against me. I can feel your breathing. Your belly is full to bursting and you desperately, desperately want me to let you...
Hillsboro was a small Midwestern farming town, so named because it was nestled at the bottom of the highest hill in three counties. While the hill was technically private property, with three farms converging at its crest, the irregularity of the land made it difficult to till and its woods made it unsuitable for grazing. The farmers had left the flanks of t...
"You are a lucky guy, let me tell you..." I couldn't help but feel uneasy as Chester laid back in the beach chair in front of me, sipping his drink as he pushed his sunglasses against his face. I looked at my watch. I had only been there for a few minutes, and I already wanted to leave. It was one thing to be in the presence of a wealthy couple, but it was...
The thing is, we had gone over there to play bridge. Yes, bridge. The same game old ladies play in the parlor on Sundays. I don't even know how to play bridge. I remember when my wife, Anna, told me about it. "We don't have any friends," she said. I didn't even look up from my book. "We have plenty of friends," I mumbled. "There's Steve, Nick, Andy... Jane...
It was a little after 10: 00 pm when Serena & Connie entered the hotel bar. It was a bar that they had not been to before, but it was a routine that they both knew quite well. Serena: (Spoken with confidence and self assurance) "So who will it be tonight?" Connie: (Relaxed and Playful) "Lets pick someone that is in better shape this time. They do not have...
It was perfect: I had unexpectedly skipped work and cleared off all of the dregs of daily worry - the bills, the half-read copies of Vice, the fliers, forms, and applications for things we'd never do - that normally crowded what little table space we had in our tiny apartment above the ubiquitous bars of avenue A. I had cleaned every square inch of that damn...
When couples tell people about how they met, I sincerely think they embellish things a lot. Seriously. Everybody's got a lousy story about meeting at a mall or restaurant, either that or they talk about a romantic setting like a beach or a park. Me? I met my future wife inside a porno store in downtown Ottawa. My name is Khalid Hussein, not to be confused wi...
She blinked three times as the mid-morning sun tried its best to wrench her from sleep. She tried without conviction to untangle her right calf from the cream colored sheets, as her mind drifted hazily to her 7:30 flight. Before she could focus her thoughts, a strong arm, exactly the color of coffee with just the right amount of cream, slid across her bare b...