The following is a true story, only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. I have to tell someone this and I can't tell my friends or coworkers. It is eating me up to keep it inside, so here it goes. My wife and I have been together for almost 30 years. We have been married for 26 years and dated for her four years of high school. I am 47 an...
It only took a couple hours for a naïve, bashful wife to turn into a black-fucking tramp passed around to friends. April helped Lori discover the most taboo of pleasures. And at the same time, given black men one more slut to fuck. Lori had a mouthful of cock when her husband called. Nothing was going to take that dick out of her face as she bobbed her head...
"Warning: If you are provoked by racial language, and / or very extreme violence in retribution please stop now. This is not a story for you to read." Author's Note: Understand that if given the chance in society that most people would react in violence to the threat of violence. They would do so if there was a threat to a family member from Rape or the t...
Living in a small town certainly has some great advantages ... and also a few disadvantages. One of those disadvantages is gossip control, or, the lack there of. Having a really tight bond within your circle of close friends is about the only way gossip can be controlled ... well, to some degree, anyway. Our little town, Websterville, had four girls, all se...
I was in a spot of bother and did not know or realize how to react to the advances and hint of blackmail being pushed on by the Professor. I decided to take the bite and chew it as and when it happens – for now was clear that needed sleep more than anything else. It was 11am in the morning and was in my nice looking red colored salwar kurta which also had n...
Councillor Cadwill was there already, having arrived minutes in front of us. "The talk is all of Prince Hallit being wrong footed. There are some that want to press forward, take him down a peg, but there are some that worry about reprisals; sabotage of their place men. It's turning into a kerfuffle large enough to attract the vultures of the café commentat...
**This story is the third in a series, and it will likely make more sense if you read it after the first two installments, "Field Sobriety Test" and "Due Care and Attention," in that order.** * In the later part of the summer, before it drifted into fall, Jen started to enjoy driving home again. Weeks ago, she had straddled a police officer in the front of...
This is the story of how Cassy met her Master and the events that led to him to send her to the clinic in the series "Finding Home." If you have not already read "Finding Home", I would encourage you to read those stories as well. Enjoy. Xantu. Cassy always knew which stop was hers without even looking up from the book she was reading. She did not even st...
How long she sat in the moldy cell, Camille had no way of knowing, but she was thankful for the company of the woman named Lorette. At first, she had been unsure of the woman, no longer knowing who she could trust or what to believe, but it was plainly obvious that Lorette had been a victim in all of this, just as Camille was. Lorette's story soon unfolded...
Ten minutes later, I'm back in my car, Page's address punched into my GPS, following the nice British woman's soothing electronic voice to his apartment. I'm told he's invited over some friends for me to entertain for the day. I'm sure when he told me, he was expecting shock, maybe even outrage, that I would beg and squirm and plead - "No, please, I don't...