For the longest time I've had this fantasy. Getting gang-banged by a group of well-endowed Black men. A lot of women have this fantasy, I guess. What makes me different from the others? I'm a former WNBA Champion turned actress and professional bodybuilder. The name is Gina Mahmoud and I'm six-foot-one, athletic and muscular, with light bronze skin, short sp...
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. * CHAPTER 1 Alicia dropped her purse on top of the highly polished surface of the counter, and eased her pert bottom onto the high bar stool. She crossed one shapely leg over the other, deliberately...
For one whole day Carrie played with Ariel, Nadine and Kylia, the latter three delighting in what they could teach their new novice. Not only was she eager to learn everything she could, but she also was a quick learner. Carrie was excited about the pleasures that she was learning about her own body, the girls even showed her how to pleasure herself when no...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, h...
A mid February breeze swirled around the soccer field as evenings arrival brought with it cooler air and threats of stronger winds. Most of the team had already gone into the locker room to shower and change clothes, but Mike had been ordered by Coach Bracket to run a lap around all four practice fields for using foul language. Even though they were eightee...
BASED ON A TRUE STORY.... Had me some fun time this past week: I finally got to get my blog registered as a domain. Of course that don't mean much, except soon it's going to stop having that 'blogspot' in front of it and will then become a '.com'. I'm still in denial as to how far I intend running with it. Think about it: what's going to happen if someday...
Part Three Spotscat -- January 2010 (A Quick One While He's Away) Uh-oh! This could be trouble! I roll over, sit up in bed, and sleepily begin to take stock of the situation. Rochelle is standing in the doorway of Raylene's bedroom, hands on her hips, and looking at the both of us. "You are such a nasty ol' whore, Raylene!" exclaims Rochelle. "Fuckin' m...
"Well John, we certainly have got a hell of nice day for a walk." I agreed with my good friend Thomas, as I locked the car doors and we started off along the forest path, with my rucksack over my shoulders. "What's that for?" He asked, pointing to the rucksack enquiringly. "Just something I've brought to sit on." He shrugged his shoulders mystified, and...
She stepped inside the hotel room they had agreed to meet at. Upon entering, she saw nothing but darkness, no sounds, nothing. She called out his name, "Shane!! Shane!! Where are you?" But, still, nothing. She opened the door again to make sure she had the right room. Indeed, she did, but where was Shane? In seconds, her question was answered when she sm...
© 2004 by Thrillerauthor I got the idea while listening to the news on the radio, during another grinding commute home from the big city. It seemed a couple in Florida had gotten so sick and tired of their spoiled, neglectful children that they were camping outside their house in beach chairs, refusing to go back to being parents until their brats knuckled...