This is a fictional account. ********************************* Thanks to all of you that have written me back on this series. I am glad many of you have liked it and appreciate the kind words. Thanks too to Techsan for helping me edit this story. This is the final chapter for now. I want to try other things but you never know. Maybe one day I will come bac...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) Chapter 1 Just outside San Casciano dei Bagni, on a picturesque vineyard, a beautiful Italian woman in her early forties picked another drove of grapes from one of the many bushes and put it down in her basket. Grazie Dio... Corrina Martaci exhaled lightly as she...
I shared a house with Laila when we were in college together, when I finally moved out from my parents'. I knew she'd been seeing this guy, her first real boyfriend, someone white. She wasn't really devout, but was more traditional than me. She didn't really drink, but one night we shared a bottle of wine, then another. I told her some of my old moments, fir...
Note: This story is a sequel to "Space Farm 1 and 2". It is recommended but not necessary to read them first. ***** Violet was relieved that the injured leg of the Cornusaurus was healing properly. This creature was one of her favorites and there were only five of them at the zoo. The breeding season was around the corner and she had to make sure that all...
This night has been months in the making. I don't know really when I started liking black guys, it just sort of happened. I'd always been a bit nervous around them, but I chalked that up to a kind of internalized racism. I didn't know a lot of black people so I figured that was it. Now I realize that thudding in my chest whenever a black man was near was th...
I'm New to writing stories. This is my first attempt so please be gentle readers. This is a true story as all of my future submissions will be. Why lie about it and try and make things better than what they were. I enjoyed every story and the women involved in them. ****** A little about me. My name is Chris and I am now 42 years old, about 225lbs, 6ft ta...
I pause by your front door and check myself in a small hand mirror. Nothing stuck in my teeth, just a touch of gloss on my full pink lips. Flaming auburn hair falls in a riotous mass of curls past my curvy hips. The flared skirt of my black knit dress ends just above the knee and the neckline plunges almost low enough to reveal glimpses of my bra when I move...
It seemed like forever until they came back. I had managed to find a way of relaxing enough and in a certain position so that the rolling pin wouldn't move too much, but it always seemed to know when I was comfortable and it would move slightly. I had got to the edge so many times and had to force myself to try and forget about it. Edward was the first to s...
In a dark smoky bar, shooting pool, we decide to wager. I'm highly competitive, although not all that great a pool player, but I can get into a zone where I do well, and it always makes me a bit cocky. You're always cocky and so the energy climbs. The wager starts out simple and teasing... each missed shot, the person has to unbutton a button on their shirt....
After Rob and Jack had left I showered and went to bed it was still pretty early and I had to pick my husband up in a couple days. I lay in my bedroom, which smelled like sex. After a few moments I drifted off to sleep. Then I heard a bang on the front door. I rolled out of bed. It was 3 am and my pussy ached from those monster cocks earlier. I went towar...