When she died, I was lost. Drifted in a haze of sorrow. I don't remember when it first started, but I would take a piece of her clothing to bed with me to find comfort, to help me sleep. A scarf, a dress, a shirt she used to wear. It did bring comfort, a way to deal with the loss. I don't remember when I started wearing the clothes, only that it felt be...
This is meant to be an extremely customizable story with multiple plot lines. As of right now, there are only 20 variables (with not all of them heavily used), but more will be added as the story progresses. Below are descriptions of the current variables in the story. You: Normal guy who has finished his first year of college at Alabama. You've gotten in sh...
First off...What's next? Female Male What's next? Female Male...
Removed Rewrite eventuallyWhat's next? Male (human) What's next? Male (human)...
Over the next few days, I found myself thinking more and more about Cathy out there painting looking at all the naked guys. I tried not to let it distract me at work, but it was tough. For her part, Cathy hardly ever brought up the subject herself. It was me and my curiosity that was to blame. And, her response to my questions typically renewed my sense of e...
(There is some advantage in reading earlier chapters but you don't really need to if you want to just jump in here.) * I knew that my friend Janet was likely to be desperately in need of some serious sexual adventures. As you may have heard about her, she had been left alone by her husband for many months. We'd talked so many times about their lack of int...
Prologue Caroline gestured off stage and the first young lady strutted out and crossed the width of the stage. Her waist-borne name medallion said 'Pamela'. Pamela had shoulder length straight blonde hair with a mid-height stature and a Wonderbra-style bikini top cradling a grand pair of mammaries. Her high-heeled model stride jostled the buttressed chest m...
"Time to rise and shine sleepy head! We'll be late if we're not careful" mused Greta. It was Monday morning. Sam woke slowly, his eyes gradually adjusted to the cold winter morning sun, he glanced at the bedroom clock and immediately felt sick to his stomach. It was 8.30, in an hour he would be no longer with his beloved wife Greta. He started to reminisce...
Don't believe the stereotypes, ladies and gentlemen. Black cuckolds do EXIST. My name is Jeanette Langlois and I'm a woman of Haitian and French Canadian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. My mother, Annabelle Jean was Haitian and my father, Roger Langlois was white, of French Canadian descent. I guess that technically makes me mixed but I alway...
Brian Pumper smiled to himself after wrapping up the shoots on the new video he was both Directing and Starring in. Today's shooting had been particularly demanding. There was a crop of rookie actors and actresses on the set and Brian Pumper had to whip some of them into shape. Producing quality Black videos was Brian Pumper's new mantra. And Super Hot Studi...