Everyone is always talking about African women's bottoms, and what masterpieces they are. Well, as an Arab woman with a nice derriere, I secretly resent that. Women from my ethnicity are wonderfully curvaceous, and lag behind no one when it comes to gluteus maximus, but that's a closely guarded secret. We're forced to hide our tremendous assets from the male...
This story is a little pet project of mine and I'm just putting the feelers out, since it's a little different to my usual stuff. There's no sex in this chapter, if that's what you're looking for...but if I get enough feedback to warrant continuing, there will be J If anyone is familiar with the song "Colder" by Charon; it serves as the inspiration for this...
It was a last minute decision to go. A friend we'd met at a club in the city told us about an underground "club" that was at a new location each month. He assured us it was a great time, and when the next club night rolled around, he sent us an e-mail with an invite and a map. We decided to check it out. My boyfriend Brian and I had a fine time getting read...
Day One: Dr. Darla Bailey pulled into the parking lot of Kent Biological Research Facility, barely controlling her frustration. "I certainly hope this week goes better than LAST week" she thought to herself. Her project, which had been doing so well, was now in jeopardy of being interrupted and the present experiment ruined due to circumstances beyond h...
I turned 19 a fortnight before my fresher finals. My lecturers gave us two reading weeks before the exams started so I celebrated my birthday with my parents on the weekend before I committed to studying. It was as we sat down to eat cake and watch a film that my mum asked me if I'd like to go to the farm for the following weekend for some privacy for my wor...
She awoke from her deep sleep and her mouth was dry. It tasted like a sweaty bear's armpit and she tried with limited success to encourage saliva into her mouth. She licked her dry lips needing a drink. "What a night!" She groaned and looked around her surroundings and groaned. Yet another room she didn't recognise! Sleeping bodies were strewn on the fl...
Author's note: the following story is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to reflect any person, past or present. The author expresses his appreciation to Signore Calcio for his story ideas and support and to lilredjammies for her proofreading expertise. As soon as their only son had reached the age of 10, Jack and Cindy Nelson enrolled Sean in Cub...
Little Red Riding Hood Once upon a time in the middle of a thick forest stood a small cottage, the home of a naughty young woman known to everyone as Little Red Riding Hood due to her bright red hair. Red was well known in the local towns to be a complete cum slut, one who would often show up on Friday night because her mother needed her to purchase some fa...
Jenny climbed behind the wheel of her car and closed the the door behind her. She sat for moment, keys in her hand, staring at the dashboard. Did she really want to do this? She had always told herself that she would, if she could. The thought of being with more then one man at once had always fascinated her, and she knew that if it was ever going to happen,...
It all happened about a month ago. My names Suzanne, Suzie to my friends, and I'm twenty two years old and have been married to James, who's twenty five, for eighteen months. I work for a company dealing in import and export, where my line manager is Claire and about three weeks before this occurrence she had assisted me in keeping a very big mistake, on a d...