Dijon sat comfortably in one of the two wing backed chairs in front of the desk. She had one knee crossed over the other, her short skirt showing several miles of her famous long legs. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and she kept tensing and pulling with her arms. She was nervous for some reason and it showed. Her five person entourage was waiting...
I had just finished my graduate work in education and was starting my student teaching. I was assigned to an amiable fortyish heavy-set Japanese American woman, named Mrs, Kanagaki, who was a whiz at grammar. I thought, this will be great. I'm crappy at grammar. This just what I need. But after attending her class for only one day, I found out there was a ch...
My name is Lewis Adams, I have recently finished an intern role at Sky Sports News in the UK, working as a trainee interview covering everything from Football (Soccer) and Rugby to Formula 1 and Tennis. However my biggest passion in life has always been Wrestling, more specifically WWE, never to wrestle, but to work on screen as an Interviewer. I wanted to b...
The City of Montreal reminds me of home, for numerous reasons. Quebec is about as different from West Africa as can be, but with so many dark-skinned faces all around me, I feel at home. It's not easy being an African man in this world, and it's even harder to be an African blood sucker. I'm back in town after a long hiatus, and came home to the aftermath of...
I bet you are the same as me. You hate those conferences, the ones that go on forever, regurgitating points that you know fine well. Sitting there, my head going into some form of terminal relapse within a stuffy room... well, I was glad when it was over!! Waving goodbye to my work colleagues, I refused their tentative, sketchy plans to 'go for a meal' 'find...
"Del, don't forget the damn toiletries I put on the top of the list, and as for the strawberry cheesecake, it's in the bakery section of Walmart," Marla Curling-Beaumont all but shouted at her husband Delvin Beaumont. Sitting on the couch, the tall, blonde-haired, alabaster-skinned, somewhat surly and very pregnant gal flashed her husband a smile a shark wou...
Chapter 25: Yellow pussy for breakfast - aged to perfection Melinda, my wife, showered, dressed and ate her breakfast without saying one stinking little word to me. I couldn't decipher anything from her face either. That's how Vietnamese women are. When they're not happy, they clam up instead of pouting or throwing a tantrum the way white women do. I though...
A husband tells his wife why he loves her, in an uninterrupted Soliloquy. "Jeannette, you tell me that I never notice the little things about you my dear. Well let me tell you why you are wrong." I hesitated gathering my thoughts so I can express them properly to my loving wife. "I don't need any responses honey, so just ... just listen to what I have to t...
Sonya propped herself up on her elbow, watching the woman laying next to her sleep. She had a triumphant smile on her face, recalling last night and the culmination of weeks of pursuit. Julia even accepted the challenge. She must have thought she was safe from Sonya. Shielded behind her husband of 30 years, her children and grandchildren, her professional p...
Angie had me on my back on the hotel bed with my legs spread and my ass propped up on a pillow. She was between my thighs and nudging the head of her cock against my bunghole. I reflexively puckered up. Angie smiled and pulled back. I still couldn't believe what I was doing. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I was a red-blooded, straight, all-American m...