For those wondering why I haven't been entering any new short stories here lately, perhaps this story will help explain a little bit. It's sorta short, but I think you will enjoy it nevertheless. * Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their pers...
I love my Dad. Ever since my parents divorced, he's been taking good care of me. I try to help around the house we share, but I know he works hard to provide for the two of us. I've got a part-time job at a craft store at the mall and it gives me gas money for my Wrangler. I have spent a lot of time studying because this is my senior year, and I need to brin...
Sheriff Segan looked up from the report. “Looks good Lori. When you go home tonight, I want you to give Ol’ Juan a call and tell him you over heard I was going over to the All American in the morning. Tell him you didn’t get it all, but you listened after I got a call from a woman you never heard of before. You think there might be something going on.” Her...
Bret Harris arose before the sun did on Semifinal Saturday and headed to the school to watch Bedke on film one final time. Gametime was set for 1 p.m., and players were told to be there no later by 11 a.m. At 10:30 a.m., when no one was there, the coach began to get worried. He wondered if the Bedke club would get up early and drive the entire distance the...
The head secretary at Lakeville High School, Cindy Morgan, had been bugging Bret for months to take her sister on a date. But between football season and the tight pussies he'd been involved with lately, he hadn't found the time. To entice the coach further, Cindy finally brought in a photo of her sister, Kara. That's all it took. It was a picture of the two...
It was late when I got home, and Fiona my wife had already gone out for the night. Not having any kids and both in our late forties, we both started to get into a bit of a weekly routine. She would go dancing with some of her friends, whilst I would go and have a drink with a couple of lads from work. After making myself a quick snack I headed out for the n...
"Oh, God," I groaned as I rolled out of bed and painfully stood up. My body ached in places I didn't know I had. The muscles in my legs felt as if I had run a marathon and competed in a floor-ex gymnastic competition without conditioning for the necessary weeks before hand. My quadriceps (hamstrings) hurt like a mother-fucker. What else could I expect though...
Here’s another chapter of my ongoing saga of my life with Charles, my elderly husband whom I regularly cuckold with my adulterous behavior. This is, of course, a fantasy, and I would never recommend such irresponsible, reckless, unprotected sex in real life. (But its fun to think about!) I’d love to hear what you think about it, too. * * * Its Saturday tod...
Author's Note: This is a copy written work of fiction, which is for fantasy and entertainment purposes only. Amos Mack labored in the hot, southern, August sun. It was almost 1 pm. He was 25 and a former powerful inner city black gang leader, who had just been released from prison, where he had been serving a ten year sentence for killing a rival gang le...
"Damn, did you see that?" Marcus said to his homeys, James and Antoine, as he whipped his head around to follow a red blur on the dark Atlanta Street. Both James and Antoine missed seeing the car that sped by. Marcus tripped over the leg of a smelly homeless man lying on the sidewalk. James and Antoine started laughing at him for his clumsiness. Marcus did n...