"Listen up, you pale bozo, I can see right through your bullshit, you're threatened by smart people who don't look like you, well, buddy, you can kiss my fat ass," Fariha Jasmine Dinga said haughtily as she glared at her former boss, criminal division junior partner Luke Stanwood. The short, skinny white guy in the dark business suit swallowed hard, and seem...
Sharon was definitely what I would call a hot babe. From what has been said through the grapevine she has rocked many a guys world in her young life. I was just a freshman in High School at the time and Sharon was a junior, which made her virtually untouchable by me, or any guy in my class. I was satisfied just viewing her from afar which mainly consisted of...
What's up, people? My name is Amelia Salomon, and I'm a French Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eight, chubby and big-bottomed, with alabaster skin, reddish brown hair and light brown eyes, that's me. I'm a graduate of the computer science programme at La Cite Collegiale, and hope to become a tech entrepreneur someday....
Another story I wrote my sexy wife trying to turn her on so I could get some. This is from her perspective though. I had just finished having a horribly long week and was completely stressed out when I got home late Friday afternoon. I knew there was only one cure to fix the week I had just had - shoe shopping! I took a quick shower to get ready before my...
Bonnie and Jack went to bed, and Jeff went to his bed just around the corner from their room. Jeff began to stroke his dick. He was so hard, so horny after thinking about some of things that he did with his sister, and the way she teased him that night. He hoped they would be able to fuck one more time before he left in the morning! Bonnie was in the same...
Scott's Story Chapter 5 -- Twin Treats [Please note: This all occurred in 1979. Long before VCR's, cell phones, and computerized everything.] Returning from our honeymoon the only thing I was focused on was the prospect of finally having my wife all to myself. Why did I say "finally"? Well, let me backtrack a little. Immediately after checking into our...
A/N: This is a true story about one of my friends. All the names have been changed. If anything is similar to another story, again this is true and not fiction. Beta Reader: HeyAllStories ~~~~~ The warm September heat beats down on her suntanned shoulders as Alison continues the slow incline walk up toward the local high school, Lake Valley High. The tw...
We were looking forward to Roy's new job and living in the South, away from most of the cold and snow. So, our relocation from Buffalo to Atlanta was looked forward to by us both. Well, with one exception - the move. I'm sure you would get agreement with basically all of mankind if you asked each person on earth if they enjoyed moving. Little else would get...
"So I leaned over, farted and Silly String flew out my ass," Kayla said, snapping me back to reality. I pulled my attention from staring her feet and looked directly at her. I didn't realize how obvious I'd been. "Good to see you're back," she laughed. "So are you going to listen or just ogle my feet?" "I wasn't ogling your feet," I said much too quickly...
The good Black man, the one so many Black women say they've given up on finding, does he really exist? I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Jacob Voltaire and I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Haitian immigrant parents. My folks, Antoine and Magdalene Voltaire moved to provincial Alberta from their hometown of Port-De-Paix, Repu...