The shower ended with Natasha smiling to herself, ending some fond memories. She dried off her body and gave another glance in the mirror - at all the bruised spots in all the curves and crevices of her young, tender self. She moved her hand over each bruise and tried to remember how it might have happened - a suck, a gentle pinch, a firm rubbing, or even a...
From the moment she stepped from their RV, Allison found herself swept up in the riches around her. The antiques and ornate decorations screamed great wealth. From her youngest memories her parents tried to achieve riches. Her father was a lawyer, but his practice never found their whale. He spent his career chasing ambulances and disability lawsuits. Her mo...
The bed was warm despite the lack of any covers but the sheet. A damp, almost sex-laden, air hung throughout the room. Luke was having one of the best dreams he could remember. What made it better was that it had actually happened. A beautiful woman had laid beneath him, played a very active role in their lovemaking, and had eventually clung to his shoulders...
Matt and Mary stopped at a fast food outlet and got some take-out food, then they headed for the Forrester house. "You know," Mary said as they walked through the door into the kitchen, "Rick's going to have to be told about us sometime." Matt put the bags of food down on the table. "I guess so," he said. "But..." "I'm going to have to be told what?" Rick...
Combatting sexism and patriarchy in the African-American community, that's every sister's concern. My name is Christine Soleil and I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Hartford, Connecticut. My parents Jean-Pierre and Lucinda Soleil moved to Connecticut from their hometown of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti when I was real young. As fa...
Hello guys, this is part two of my series. I plan on going a little deeper with the characters in this one. All characters participating in any sexual act are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy!! ***** I woke up the morning, and everything seemed like a blur. I don't remember how many shots I consumed after we sang the New Year anthem "Auld Lang Syne," but I...
At the end of a long corridor lit by flickering wall sconces scented with cedar, two servants stood at a thick, wooden door. As the two women approached, the door was opened for them, light streaming forth into the darkness. Penelope guided her into the room, stopping for a moment to take in the seating arrangements and the number of guests. It was a happy...
Gwendolyn: (The Bad Behavior of a Green-Eyed Girl) Eager to start my weekend, I leave early from work on a Friday afternoon. The drive home isn't horrible, traffic flows well and within twenty minutes, I park my SUV upon the concrete apron of my pleasant, suburban home. Normally, of course, I park in the garage, but my vehicle, it seems, needs a good bath,...
Chapter 5: Confessions Viola waddled down the aisle of Saint Patrick's Cathedral; she made weekly visits to the church since moving back to New York. Her and her family spent two years in Texas before finally admitting that they were all homesick for New York. For the past 6 months she came to the church for a weekly confession. Now that her and Micheal wer...
It was a bad idea from the start, but she really wanted Jen's father to like her. She accepted his invitation for drinks just assuming they'd become friends and have fun. Some things are too unpredictable. It started off okay, they were talking about Jen and how happy she is that they're together. He also said he's never seen Jen so happy, and that she see...