I studied Jacob's brown eyes as he spoke with such enthusiasm that Monday afternoon. He was trying to figure out what to get his girlfriend Leslie, for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, Leslie was nice, could be a bit controlling at times but she was sweet, pretty and nothing like me. See, Jacob and I have known each other since we were in diapers. We lived n...
Winners, they say, are born. It is not just a question of the right combination of genes that combine to create a the particular physical or mental abilities, but a special quality of self belief bordering on arrogance at times, and the willingness to take risks when prudence would suggest caution. The other side of the coin is that apparent losers too, appe...
****Chapter 3 - Finally fucked Author Note: If you haven't read the previous stories, I highly recommend you go back and read Chapters 1 and 2. Also Chapter 3a - The Shopping Trip, is released as a bit of a 'side-note', and is intended to fit halfway through this chapter. It's not required reading, but a nice little aside that I got a little carried away on...
Porky was weeping bitterly, and at the same time, his dick was straining, and quite excited. Who was this girl? Starla was his friend Spalding's cousin, and he'd seen how she enslaved him--Olivarius, the school's intramural lacrosse coach had told Porky that Starla had taught him how to suck his own dick... Several young women of Porky's acquaintance foll...
I slept in the next day and no one bothered me. The sunlight streamed in through the windows as I got up, bathed and got dressed in a skin-tight black minidress, bra, thong panties, and a pair of slut heels. I did my best with my makeup but I was still critical of my look. I knew enough about makeup to know that I could look so much sexier if I knew what I w...
FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES (An interview with Gaspardo Del Tornet) {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experience. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military, and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate f...
From Africa, Chapter One Northern Africa, circa 1949 ‘Olu makes the coffee too strong…’ ‘Well, if you’d been up earlier, you could have made it yourself, Love.’ I trudged into the kitchen, half-awake, trying to block the bright sun from my eyes. My father sat at the large wooden table, engaged in his customary morning ritual: reading newspapers from Lond...
Her name used to be Dr. Sinaya Martin. She used to be able to give medical care, diagnose diseases, and do all the duties expected of a medical professional. Four men looked down at her as she slept, drugged into a coma. Each remembered the feel of her sleek body, the sound of her moans of helpless passion, and felt a tug at their groins even as their stomac...
It was late, around 10pm, when my plane finally landed in Cedar Rapids. After 4 hours of sitting on the runway in Chicago while they fixed a faulty flap or did something with one of the wings, I was ready to stretch my legs and eager to get off the damn plane. Looking out the window I could tell it was a humid day in Iowa, and I could feel my sweat glands re...
Chapter 3 - The first date The next day Jason and Ken joined Mike and his girlfriend for breakfast. Jason was a bit nervous, wondering how Mike and Lisa would react to the sight of him standing on the chair the previous night. Jason had to retell the story of how he had locked himself out of his room and the RA had caught him in the hall, then how she made...