Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you like to s...
I couldn't believe that I had just walked into my house bare ass naked! i was pissed at Josh for "making" me do that. (But actually I would have done it for him without complaining a bit, even though now it was terrifying to me! What if someone had seen me?) I was standing in the living room, just inside the front door, bare ass but for my shoes and so very...
I was nineteen when I recruited my first white bitch. It was about half past four, hot as hell, I’m kicking back outside my condo in South Central when I see this convertible crawling down the street towards me. It stops and this white dude, skinny, with gelled blonde hair and these super-dark shades leans out and gives me a shit-eating grin. “My man!” he ye...
It was a lot for my young mind to handle. I guess, as a shy nerd, 'we' probably put certain women on pedestals, worship them to an extent and overly romanticize what any type of relationship would be. And then when you get the girl you want, and she changes you, your life and path forever, so quickly and unlocks something in you that you didn't know existed....
(fictional story about fictional characters) (This is not about Red; it is about what happened at the Drive-In that night. I know I said I was done writing these stories but it has been in my head since everyone suggested the Drive-In episode; hope you don't mind.) Donna Pinciotti and her friend Jackie Burkhart were in Donna's bedroom sharing the usual...
This story contains a variety of different topics; please see the story tags if you think any might be not to your liking. It's entirely a work of fiction; please don't behave like the characters in this story in real life. Ker-chunk! The heavy door closes with the sound of finality, muting the giggling from the inside my hotel room. I'm just getting my...
The hall was as tall as it was broad, stretching out from heavy oaken doors like a vast stone gullet. A vaulted stone roof painted in deep reds and glittering golds, lit by dozens of torches in black metallic sconces. Shadows flickered over windowless walls covered with old tapestries showing bloody deeds and dark, carnal rituals. A single red carpet stretch...
About six months ago, I installed a jacuzzi on my patio. It's quite popular with my friends, and quite good at making me new ones, too. I discovered the true usefulness when talking to a neighbour one Friday evening around seven, whilst fetching the mail. After a brief discussion on the weather that day, I mentioned that I was going to recover by taking a d...
Janet and Chrissy were roommates. They were looking for someone to help them with expenses, so they placed an ad for another room mate. Jack Tripper arrived, and they reluctantly allowed him to move in. The landlords, the Ropers, were under the assumption that Jack was gay. That is why they allowed him to move in. Jack was a chef and he left for work that m...
Right now, I'm on my knees before the lovely and powerful Nubia Blackstone, the sexy African-American Goddess whom I worship. The six-foot-two, lean and muscular Black Amazon sits on the couch with her legs spread as I tenderly lick her pussy. My name is Caroline O'Bannon, a Canadian-born Irish dyke who simply worships superior Black women. Nubia orders me t...