The name is James Monceaux. I'm a big and tall ( six foot-three and 270 pounds, to be exact ) , good-looking young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, life is good. Lots of good things have been happening for me this year. My girlfriend accepted my marriage proposal. We plan on getting hitched sometime in the...
I receive a phone call from a special man, telling me that he is flying into town and would like the pleasure of my company for the evening. I'm flattered and ask him when and where he wants me to meet him. "Be ready at 7pm baby, I can't wait to be with you" he says in that rich chocolate voice that makes my coochie tingle. I ask him for details, where ar...
Renovating a house usually brings with it tons of people, and mass chaos. Renovating a house for a TV show makes it twice as chaotic and triples the number of people involved. Yet somehow the blonde home owner moved about the crews, offering sandwiches, lemonade, iced tea, all in all redefining "gracious" on a whole new level. Then putting the tray down, she...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is probably a long overdue thank you for the reviews because I posted several chapters today, and it could take a week before it's approved. But I just wanted to say I appreciate the reviews and comments! _______________ Connee's POV: I heard the birds chirping outside the window before I even opened my eyes, although the bright sunshi...
Identity is a funny thing. In many ways, it defines who you are. Of course, I sometimes wonder if that applies to me. At a time when most young men and women are trying to figure out who they are, I was trying to figure out what I was. Recently, I found out certain key details about my origins. The surprising thing is that I'm not a bit surprised. My name...
Carmen and Ron were both in their late forties, and had been married, both for the second time for three years. Their up and down and tumultuous personal life was partly balanced and counteracted by an avid and lustful sex life, which was often very spasmodic due to long and wide separations. They were on a short interstate working holiday and sitting forty...
"Hello, my name is Adriana." Roxanne takes a moment to process that a woman who looks like a Latin model is talking to her. Roxanne shakes her head briefly and laughs. "Sorry...hi, I'm Roxanne." They share a laugh, but Roxanne is soon drawn to Adriana's flawless face that didn't need the make-up she put on or the pink lipstick on her very kissable lips....
He sat on the other side of the room. She was still sleeping; she was so beautiful when she slept. The way her rose petal lips parted as the breath came in and out of her mouth. Her hands would normally curl closed and rest by her head in a child-like innocence. Today they were bound to the bed posts. Her arms and the delicate cream of her skin, the impossi...
Here I stood with my dick trying it's best to rip a hole in my boxers. Before me Brianne stood buck naked, with her legs splayed leaning forward her hands clinging tightly to the brick half wall in my living room. Her huge tits dangling beneath her body, her head bowed she finally spoke. "Master, please punish me for what I did. Please make me sorry I didn't...
I hardly slept that first night Mistress granted me the privilege of sleeping over at her house. It mattered not that I slept on the floor, tethered to her bed frame. I was grateful to her for allowing me the privilege of being in her presence while she slept. I longed to crawl in bed with her, but feared her sending me away if I violated her dictates. It wa...