The Roommate The following story is true. It happened about five years ago. My wife and I were in a bit of a lull financially and wanting to ease some of our problems made the decision to look for a roommate. We had a spare bedroom with nothing in it, so we decided to rent it out. My wife of seven years, Deanna, mentioned she had a friend in her yoga class...
Deanna was totally nude and lying on the floor of the Los Cufrado Police Station with the naked female cop sitting on Deanna's bare chest. Carla was straddling Deanna with her brunette bush a mere six inches away from Deanna's mouth. With the position that the girls were in, Alex and James became hopeful that Carla's next move would be to sit on Deanna's fac...
In a little less than 24 hours, I will become the happiest man on earth. I wasn't always a happy person and my family and friends can attest to that. As I neared my thirtieth birthday, I was convinced that life held very little joy for me. I was successful, hard-working, well paid – and miserable. The corporate world held little joy for me, but what it did...
I was walking back to my office and stopped to chat with Deanna, the secretary next to my office. We've been friends for quite a while and Deanna also happens to be a big porn flick fan. I have burned her CDs of quite a few movies over the past few years. We're both naughty perverts down deep and have had lots of racy conversations I'm sure neither of our s...
My name is Kanisha Lambert. A big and tall ( six-foot-two by 240 pounds ) young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Carleton University, majoring in business administration. I'm also a member of the Carleton University Women's Rugby Squad. These days, life is confusing as heck. The international Haitian comm...
This is a short one, sorry. More to come! Chapter Eleven - Blissful Service Even as much as I liked the idea of using my power like that against helpless females, there was that humanity element working against me, the fact that I wouldn't like being forced to do something against my will, but then, that was when I was just a normal person, before I had t...
Introduction: If you haven't read Parts 1-3 of "The Converse Chronicles", then you might be a little lost, but this story can stand on its own, with a little imagination on your part. *** New Characters: Deanna Converse - Paul Converse's 50 year old wife and Angela's mother. Deanna was a cocktail waitress and part-time model before getting pregnant with A...
Thanks to Wicked Woman, as always, for editing, and rachlou for plot help. All errors omissions or inadequacies are solely mine, not theirs... * "What's in the big chocolate box?" my wife, Luci, asked, sounding as excited as a little kid. I immediately flashed back to Christmas Eve, when she had wondered what was in the big box under the tree. She had not...
There was but one car in the parking lot on this starry evening, and its windows were steaming up something fierce. Which was impressive, especially considering that it was the fourth of July. Inside the car, David and Deanna were necking like they were trying to extract each other's fillings. Since they had become a couple two Decembers previous, much les...
Deanna looked at her hands as she sat at her kitchen table. Her cup of coffee remained untouched sitting towards her right. Her hands were not remarkable by any means. The fingers were a little short. The nails, which she worked hard to keep up, were the perfect length for her. At the moment, they were painted a very faint pink. On the ring finger of her lef...