Whoever said that the cuckold lifestyle is only for white folks has obviously never met me, Rhonda Hiller-Jones. When you really think about it, even though it's not always known by that terminology, women of all races have been cuckolding their husbands and boyfriends for thousands of years, and Black women are no different. Black cuckolds definitely do exi...
Please read chapter 1.This makes absolutely no sense without it. There is no sex in this part of the story. I have posted it in loving wives for the sake of continuity. I took as my premise a story written by Patricia51. I wrote my view of a likely response to the letter Erica had written to Jim in which she expressed her attraction to other women, describ...
***Monday's Child is fair of face, Tuesday's Child is full of grace, Wednesday's Child is full of woe, Thursday's Child has far to go, Friday's Child is loving and giving, Saturday's Child works hard for a living but the Child born on the Sabbath Day is fair and wise and good and gay.*** * * * Lorraine Guildry stared at her figure in the mirror, stretching...
Please vote or leave comments. ================== Chapter 4. I woke up before her and while I was looking at her peaceful sleeping I wished I could sleep as well. After my shower I came in to the kitchen. She was sitting at the table holding the large coffee cup in both hands up to her mouth elbows on the table supporting the cup as she sipped it again...
The evening was bathed in black and white with shades of silver. The modern, spacious city penthouse apartment was alien to her normal existence as a suburban soccer mom. They had entered the party quietly, his hand gently guiding her to the bar, and then to the dance floor where they joined several couples entwined on the floor moving slowly to the music....
It all started several months ago. Well, it started long before that; as long as I can remember. But that morning, between the white sheets and half awake, I peak at my nude husband. I stare, getting glimpses of his long and proud penis dangling between his legs as he shaves; the rounded head that I like to suck. Although neither of us have interest in s...
When my girlfriend of two years mentioned she liked to watch female impersonators perform, I seized the opportunity to confess my lifelong addiction to cross-dressing. The expected reaction of disbelief was no surprise but her reply of, "Well, let me see you dressed," was although welcomed, a bit of a setback. I'd not planned the truth to be revealed at suc...
Either the tape was messed up, slowing down and speeding up with rhythmic distortion, or I'd started hallucinating. Either way the night was a slow movie set crawling towards the car, and nothing was as real as it once had been. I had to remind myself occasionally of the law. "Shit! Reality! The fucking cops! Remember! Remember!" I'd been going somewhere, b...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, Beyza Ataturk told herself as she deleted her ex-girlfriend Manal Ismail from her Facebook. Tearfully the young woman got up and walked out of the computer terminal on the topmost floor of the Boston Public Library on Copley. Sighing deeply, she walked out of the library and walked a few blocks to Commonwealth Avenue, and wa...
Arthur's Story After dinner I walked the gardens to help digest my food. Despite the fine smells my head was elsewhere. My mind was a filled court politics. Everyone was at each other's throat. The problems were building for me now. On top of ruling my kingdom, I had Guinevere heartbroken after being found having an affair, now I had my trusted knight tel...