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...
I thought sure the Packers would beat Detroit on their Thanksgiving Day game. As confident as I was, hubby’s best buddy Sean was equally positive that Detroit would win the day. Just before the game started, Sean and I entered into a heated debate as to who would be victorious in the end. If you would have closed your eyes, you would have thought us to be tw...
"Hmmm, I simply love younger men," Kathryn Desjardins-Fontaine said, as she knelt before Reginald Sinclair, and she proceeded to deep-throat the big and tall, handsome young Haitian-American man's rod like her life depended on it. The two of them got their freak on in the living room of Kathryn's townhouse, one steamy Friday night in The Glebe area of downto...
It was another great summer vacation. I always enjoy the month at our lake cottage without the interruptions of the office. My family is luckier because they get to spend the entire summer enjoying the lake, boat, summer activities and the laid back atmosphere. These last few vacations were special as we were empty nesters at home, so these were truly family...
Salutations, people. My name is Julie Saint-James, or Sister Jay as my friends like to call me. I was born in Salt Lake City, State of Utah, to Peter and Mary Saint-James. I was brought up in the Mormon faith and like all Mormons, I did my missionary work over a period of two years. Something happened when I got sent to preach and share the Word with the peo...
The City Of Angels, Spring 2008 Chapter 8. Date Knight Friday Afternoon and Night, May 23, 2008 "Sam, I know what you want, but I had an idea about something we could do now to stretch the night out. How would you like to go on a date? An overnight date?" "What! A date?! How... what... where... I have nothing to wear." "Yeah, big surprise, I figured tha...
Chapter 18 Bill Opens Up We returned to Pennsylvania the next day. No mention was made of Beatrice or Lizbeth, except for Dennis' comment that I would have enjoyed her pussy. I shrugged him off and changed the subject to baseball. The Series was down to the seventh and final game. We found a tavern and settled in as the third inning started. The Dodgers h...
It was a warm spring night in Miami. Jess and four of the other VS models were sitting around a campfire, behind a large, glamorous beach house. The roar of the waves hitting the shoreline nearby created a relaxing ambiance. Jess felt most at home with this particular group of girls. Because of the multiple photoshoots they had been in together, they were al...
One. And. A. Half. Damn. Weeks! Ever since I left Detroit for my father's company headquarters in New York, I haven't been able to do the typical kind of activities that ensure me functioning like a human being most of the time: sleep, eat, think and sense. It's as if I've been shoved into a line that I can never leave as I go about learning the ways of dr...
Created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi (A Milestone 25th story by Wunderboi) ******* In the months following Maggie Miller's wedding to her new black husband, Devon, life in Hawksville seemed to take on new life. The wedding itself had broken down many barriers at the formerly all-white Confederacy Country Club, and the still new...