I guess I must have made my interest obvious. The truth is I really did find her appearance fascinating. But I get a bit ahead of myself here. Her name was Misti, her husband's name was Mike. They were the only married couple that hung around, having met at one of my parties in the first place. They were my good friends, the kind who might just roll up and...
Take an asshole over-achiever for a husband, one who always tells you that you would be nowhere without him, add a large portion of desire to prove him wrong, mix well, simmer for a while and you end up with a mess. I can't even remember why I married Don now. I suppose it had something to do with his good looks, his confidence in himself, the way he kissed...
So, what do I do now? I was staring at the check from the European Lottery Company. £75m or about $150m was the sum I'd won. It was as tense a time having the money as it was the week before having nothing but a monthly pittance of a wage from my business and no sense of what direction I was facing in. However, this tension was of a different sort. I began...
vii (conclusion) Daniel showed Ofelia around his modest apartment, explaining to her that he was saving his money to buy a house. He could tell she was not paying much attention to him. He had never seen a girl behaving quite this way. She kicked her shoes off as soon as they were in the door and hovered about him, smiling and giggling. She circled him, hug...
I was eighteen. It was my freshman year in college and I felt very far from home. The state is divided into east/west 'halves' by a range of mountains and my home was on the other side. I lived in a dormitory, as was required of first and second year students who didn't live with parents or guardians at the time. The first semester I made the error of roomi...
It had been two months since we paid back our debt to Chris and then decided we wanted to continue the situation we had going. Even though initially it started out as Courtney provided him oral relief in return for him postponing our rent, it turned into something that was a huge turn-on for us and became part of our sex life. That night when I called Chris...
My name is Steve Grangers, a tall young black man living in Boston. It's December 24, 2008, and I'm just having some fun in the city. Vacation time, know what I mean? Cool. Yeah, man. It's been a tough year for me. After dealing with mean teachers, male and female stalkers, political correctness gone mad and female sociopaths, I made it. I've recently gradua...
Darren was a brotha on a mission. It was Friday night and the club lights were coming up and it was time to take someone home and this white chick he'd been talking to didn't even put up the pretense of playing hard to get. Darren had more than Jungle Fever; he had Sub-Saharan Tropical Rain Forest Malaria and slutty white girls were his penicillin. The objec...
It's taken me a long time to make my confession. I am 34 years old. I am ordinary in most ways that you would notice or probably care about. My name is Nina. That's not my given name. I live in New Orleans now. I was born in a small, poor town in Arkansas, and then lived in a few places around the same State. I finally came to the Big Easy two years ago. O...
Two slaves final day of their slavery unless Master changes his mind. This chapter contains oral sex, masturbation, intercourse, and lesbian sex. As with the other chapters of this novel, STD's don't exist. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 20 - The Final Day JULIA When Master got up the next morning, two slaves eagerly sucked his knob, earning our clothes and comp...