8:00 o’clock. They had an hour to get to the party. Alex stood in front of the full-length mirror checking her outfit one last time. She couldn’t repress the smile that curved her full lips. She had to admit, she did look awfully like Michelle Pfeiffer as Cat Woman. The black latex body suit clung to every curve of her 5’5” frame as if it were painted on, it...
The first time I laid eyes upon June Andros, I knew she was something special. A six-foot-tall, beautifully curvy young Black woman striding through the crowded Place Cartier Mall in the City of Gatineau, Province of Quebec. You should have seen her, man. She looked really hot clad in a long-sleeved Black T-shirt featuring Bob Marley, Black leather pants and...
The following may be a fictional story but it may also be real, we will never know because it is an excerpt from a diary found in an abandoned apartment building. Of which the apartments last occupant was a woman. November 1, 1998 Dear Diary, I don't know where to start cause a thing like this is only leading to being known as crazy. I went out last nigh...
Pam knew what she was doing was wrong, even as she clicked on the button to see if she had a new email from James. It was wrong for several reasons that Pam could think of, and probably several more that she couldn't. Not that she wanted to think about morals, or ethics, or any of that crap. She wanted to think about James and the emails they had been sendin...
My friends thought it was funny to hire a stripper for my birthday. They thought it was even funnier to make sure that the stripper was a big girl, pushing 300 pounds. I know they thought I'd be turned off, just like they would be. I know they thought I'd pretend to be happy, and chase her off really quickly, like they would have. I know that's what the stri...
As I gazed out the window holding my mug of coffee, I admired the freshly fallen snow on the front yard and my car. My location was Montana and while I missed my family back home in Washington, snow was something beautiful to look at. After marrying my husband James, we moved to this snowy state to help him further his career as a construction worker and so...
Carol was always such a tomboy that it seemed like me and the and rest of the guys were her only friends. All the other girls had their little groups, but Carol was part of ours', and for the most part she blended right in. A short little girl with dirty brown hair and hazel eyes, often shadowed with mud, she may as well have been named Richard. As we all...
I drive to the airport with the windows rolled down and Bob Dylan playing softly in the background. It's hot - California hot - and my thighs are sticking to the leather seat before I've even hit the freeway. The last time I saw Liam was four years ago at our high school graduation. When I tell people I'm from Cali they usually assume I'm some city-slicker...
My name is Stephen McCain, formerly Alex Shay, and I'm a tall and lean young black man living in the city of Plymouth, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student-athlete at Saint Meredith College, a small private school located in the heart of Plymouth. These days, I'm finally doing alright. I've escaped from the clutches of my evil family. Black American fami...
This is the continuation of Man of my Dreams, Pt 2 Carmen's Story. -------------------- Falling in love was never easy, and for Carmen it was an experience that lasted some time. She genuinely thought she'd never fall for another guy again, or never find someone who was as perfect as Brad. When High School was over, she regretted never saying anything, yet...