Carl Jenkins was a powerful man—and he knew it. As the CEO of one of America's biggest telecommunications companies, Jenkins had money, status, influence, and control over the lives of thousands of employees who depended on his intelligence and charisma to keep bread on their table. He also had access to the finest things that money could buy—expensive toys,...
Chapter 3: Permanent Houseguest An illicit proposal … I opened my eyes slowly, almost painfully. My mind was foggy, my memory hazy, but it only made sense that, for the ceiling of the bedroom to be awash with this much sunlight, it had to be morning. And not early morning. I rolled my head to the side and was jolted wide awake. For the first time since b...
This story contains scenes of group sex. This story is written at the request of a reader. He suggested the plot. ********************* "What do you think of the coffee?" I asked my friend Susan. "It's nice, but you know, all these coffee houses have nice coffee. I'd have trouble telling one from the other in a blind tasting," Susan replied. "Yeah, I g...
Chapter Thirteen: Boy oh Boy, a New Day and a New Relationship. I wake up, the sunlight streams through the hotel room window. I lay for a moment gathering my thoughts. I realize I have spent the night with Mikel. I roll over and I see him peacefully asleep and my feminine emotions are over joyed at such a wonderful sight. I quietly and gently get out of b...
I woke the next morning to Sheena's sweet kisses. Once my eyes were open the golden jungle goddess smiled at me and kissed her way down my body. My arms and legs were stiff and numb from having been immobilized all night but I could not have cared less. I certainly didn't feel any discomfort as Sheena slid her sweet lips all over my shaft with the same amazi...
I laid in bed and listened to her soft, gentle breathing. My arm was draped over her warm, naked body and my hand held hers, our fingers laced together in the predawn darkness. My mind was still reeling and erotic but angst riddled images filled my head as I replayed the previous night on a continuous loop in my mind. I had met my wife in middle school when...
Suzy slipped back into the apartment at the crack of dawn. As expected, her mother was already servicing customers even this early in the day. No note on the table, no angry message, nothing to show any motherly care or concern. The Mulatto girl needed to pick up some books from her room in order to study for a test. Mistah Cracka-man's words penetrated her...
"Okay, Lionel, have your bags packed on Saturday morning," the younger brother reminded his sibling. "I will, Blaine! What time will you be here? I'll be there around ten in the morning." "Do you want me and Freeland to ride together or do one of us need to ride with you?" "You tell me what you want. Just think about it and let me know." "Okay. And you h...
Don't ask me why but I've recently decided to come clean. To the world, my readers, my friends and most importantly, to myself. I can't hide or pretend anymore and I've decided to just put it all out there for the world to see and, believe me, it's extremely difficult for me to tell the story I am about to tell you. First, I think it's probably important t...
With a bag of groceries under one arm, Jim Jameson struggled to quietly close the door with the other as he shuffled into the kitchen and set the bag down gently. He removed a single red rose from his mouth. Friday was date night and after a long week he was looking forward to dinner, maybe a movie then a long weekend with Cindy, his beautiful blonde wife....