Trevor Guillaume is my name. The city of Boston is my home. And this right here is my story. What a mad world we live in. Every day that goes by, the human race disgusts me a little more. And I'm not just saying that because of my line of work. I am an Assistant District Attorney working for the Suffolk County Prosecutor's Office. It's not an easy job, or a...
The morning after the night of Kelly's party, I explained to Kelly that what had happened should have never happened. If she was going to be sexually active at all, it should have been with boys her own age, not someone my age. Even though she was over 18, her parents were trusting me to be something of a temporary guardian while she stayed with me and I fel...
Hell, I never did really believe much in life after death. I guess the idea sounded a bit like hope to me, so I have to admit to being surprised when I did find out. But my first surprise was I never even saw the truck coming. Fact is, I was looking across the street at this sweet young thing's ass. The skirt she had on came down just barely to the bottom...
The crazy shit that women do never ceases to amaze me. And I am a woman. The name is Mercy Jane Perkins. My friends call me M.J. Who am I? A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed Englishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am forty three years old. And right now I'm dominating the hell out of a Black woman who w...
My wife, Vijaya, and I have been married over 13 years. I've built up a comfortable life as engineer, Vijaya as an IT professional with two over achieving teenage children and a nice home in Kolkata. Vijaya is having 36B tits and after 2 breast fed children, her tits are still perky. She is having 36 sizes of nice curvy bottom, cute face and very fair comple...
Special thanks to my awesome editor curi0us7r4nny for helping me make this story better and more enjoyable. It was a Saturday morning in April; the weather was finally sunny for a change, despite it being early. My mom told me she wanted me to ride with her as she picked my grandma up from work and took her home over an hour away; I agreed without saying...
Sometimes I think Ivan is just not the right name for a Black guy, man. I ought to know, especially given that my name is Ivan Chekov. I was born in the City of Alexandrov, deep within the Russian Federation. My father, Andrei Chekov, is a White dude of Russian descent, and my mother Rosalind Adewale was Black, of Nigerian descent. She died giving birth to m...
Hi guys. Here's chapter two of In Your Wildest Dreams. Don't forget to comment, email, and vote. Tell me what I'm doing right, and tell me what I'm doing wrong. Love you guys. **lilmami07** ********** "Weird..." Kerina said aloud. "Brant!" "Yea?" he called out from his bedroom. "How did I end up on the sofa?" she asked standing in front of the couch, mo...
There she is. My Purnima Rajani. My lovely East Indian goddess. My gorgeous wife. My angel. Hailing straight from the City of Chennai in the Tamil Nadu region of the Republic of India. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with dark bronze skin, long lustrous Black hair and pale brown eyes. Born to a Tamil father and Sikh mother. Truly a unique blend, from what...
The first dance was pretty tame. The boom box had an impressive bass, and thumped away along to a recent dance hit. We had moved the table and the furniture away from the main room, and they took turns dancing to different parts of the song. One of them, the lighter skinned dancer, Alex, did some break dancing which I thought was impossible on carpeted floor...