He puts his best jeans on tonight. His black boots are polished, laced up nice and tight. Frankie's hair is slicked like back in seventy-five; come on baby, let's drive... His fingers caress the cold curves and raise dusty stripes on the sleek black skin of his oldest friend. "Summertime baby, summertime... Let's get your top down." "You talking to me or...
After 18 days at sea crossing the Atlantic from Liverpool this was going to be a day to remember for the rest of her life. A brisk ocean breeze blew Holly's golden hair back from her face as she gazed across the rolling waves looking for the gray sliver of land one of the stewards had told her would be Gibraltar. Oh yes, Gibraltar, gateway to the Mediterrane...
The Morning After: Scott slowly awoke to his cock being stroked. Relishing the smooth skin pressed to his back, the silky leg thrown over his, and the lips nibbling at the nape of his neck, he was surprised that his wife was this amorous in the morning. Susan was no prude, but she also was not the sexual aggressor in their marriage. Indeed, their first sexu...
Marcos and the girls took a carriage. The slave girls rode with Kaarthen in a wagon behind them. The ship they had chartered for the voyage was a caravel. A long slender ship with a single deck, and a raised half and quarterdeck in the front and rear. The heavy assault infantry detail would also be riding with them back to Pessilberg. After the voyage, Marco...
Cal Benton turned his Honda CL350 off Interstate 70 at the exit that said "Sawtooth Mountain, 10 miles," and stopped the bike on the overpass looking back toward Denver. Only 50 miles to the west, he was already well into the front range of the majestic Rocky Mountains. He sat silently staring back toward the plains, reveling in the snow-capped peaks and vas...
Note: A Lady's Submission is Book 1 of a five book series entitled The Warriors of Ar'mora. The series should be read in order for the proper perspective to be gained. Chapter One A Father's Legacy Ireland 1687 The wind whipped viciously back and forth across the land ever strengthened by the rising tempest of the ocean and beat against the rocks of the...
(I'd like to thank the people who read this story and offered their time and talent in editing, particularly snooper and Intriguess. This story is very carefully told from the point of view of only one person. If you are wondering what the other characters are thinking or feeling then I invite you to use your imagination. If you are so inclined, please feel...
Reader Warning This story has some racial over tones to it just like many of the other interracial stories on this web site. So if that offends you, please move on and don't read it. This story was written for your enjoyment and entertainment. It is also complete fantasy so please don't write me as if it's a real story and tell me what a SOB I am. But sayi...
Part 2 of my story. I reviewed the comments on the last one and tried to edit this one better. Please enjoy and keep the comments coming so I can grow as a writer... * She walked into his office after his personal assistant waved her in. "Hey, Daddy." She said, as she closed the door behind her. "Good morning Babygirl. I have to finish what I'm doing, an...
(The exciting conclusion to Ep. 03.) "Let us call forth our next guest." Matty corralled their concentrations once again. "Her name is Claire Hutchensen. She was a wealthy woman in her early forties, who lived here in La Jolla. Peter, do we know anything more about her?" "She looks a lot like Martha." Peter revealed. "I've seen her picture at the Historica...