"It's about time you showed up!" I looked down the hall of her dorm and saw my cousin Tara. She was smiling despite her angry words. "Hello, Tara," I grinned, remembering the past summer. At the time, I was getting ready for my second year of college and Tara was preparing for her first. We joked a lot about me teaching her the essentials for surviving the...
After reading the contract several times, Judi still could not believe it; 7.5 million dollars. She quickly calculated her commission for this one contract to be $78,000. She was elated. She didn't have time to eat as she rushed to her room to shower and change. She had to put on the company outfit for the vendor booth. It was a white pullover with black sla...
It was starting to get dark and Jodi knew that she had left too late for Dallas. The drive usually took about 3 ½ to 4 hours so she usually tried to leave herself enough time to do it all in daylight. But there was the women's guild meeting at church that she had to attend today and as always, it had lasted way too long. So here she was, with 3 hours to go a...
Readers, please be advised, this is a hotwife/cuckold story. If this is what you like, enjoy reading it. However if it is not what you like and read it any, please don't blame me. * My wife (Jan) and I (Pete) had been married fifteen years when our fifteenth anniversary rolled around. We had a boy thirteen, and a girl ten. I was 36 and she was 35. She had...
Katie, Last night was so frustrating! Jamal finished his last meeting and I waited around for him as he met with all the department heads. As he would pass by on his way to each department heads office, he would look at me and pout, as if to say, "Please get me away from these guys!" It was almost 7:30 and I couldn't fake anymore work. You know how stric...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. You can e-mail me through the link below if you have questions or comments about my storie...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. * Thursday I received a e-mail from David, he would have seen my comments about Carla's Z...
Author's Note: I love Country Music. I really like George Straight's song "She Let Herself Go" and I started a series with that title, but the woman in that story is different from this character. The character in "She Let Herself Go" is just as special to me, but as I looked back and reflected on the words to this song I realized I wanted to create another...
Janet was a married mum of two and 38 years old who owned her own florist shop. She looked great for her age with a figure that turned many an eye, she had been with quite a few men before she met and married her husband. It was undeniable that she was one of the happiest married women people knew, they all were amazed at her love and devotion for her husban...
I'd driven past it many times. Tokyo Massage. I wanted to stop, if for no other reason than to find out if it really was "that kind" of massage parlor. Even if it was, what did that mean? I wasn't even sure what a happy ending really consisted of. I pulled into the alley and drove around to the back of the building. It was late, and dark even in a light pol...