"Where are you?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked in that voice and was so soothing yet so persuasive, like a teenage Barry White who reeked of self-confidence. "New Canaan," I said nervously, not believing that I had driven almost 4 hours this morning to get where I was now, on the shoulder of a highway just over the New York border in Connect...
Working for the past fifteen years as a telephone repairman in New York City, I've seen and experienced a lot. Working alone and going into customers homes can indeed be an interesting experience. You never know what you're going to come across and I have to take a deep breath every time I ring someone's doorbell. The story I'm going to relate to you happe...
My name is Sean Des-Pres. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Two years ago I graduated from the Police Foundations Program at Algonquin College. These days, I'm a fourth-year Criminology student at Carleton University. It's been a tough year so far. The first breath of the year 2012 has been bitterly c...
"Dude, I told you before, my name is Pooja Manochahal, not frigging Poo-Poo, and if you poke my nose one more time, I swear will slap the shit out of you," said the diminutive, curvy, raven-haired and brown-skinned young Indian woman, speaking in a measured tone. Fearlessly she looked up at the tall, young Black man who stood before her, a smug smile on his...
Lacy was exhausted and irritable. She had been unable to sleep more that an hour at a time for the past week. The temperature had climbed above 100' and remained in the low 90's at night. It was sultry and humid as only it can get in the deep south. Lacy had tried everything to find relief from the oppressive heat. She stood now at her window watching the s...
X. "What's the point of fucking if you can't bust a nut?" For six days after her encounter with Blue, Jannie's sexual burn receded into irrelevance. She cheerfully went about her daily chores. She contributed to dinnertime conversations without any undue tight-lipped strain. She fucked her brother occasionally but with none of her earlier vehemence. Sh...
This story is a continuation of a story I submitted a few months ago. I apologize for taking so long. *** In the first part of this story Joe Martin, a 36-year-old white man, was having problems with wetting the bed. He didn't realize that his lovely wife Bonnie was making him pee in bed by gently putting his hand in a bowl of warm water after he had gone...
It was just after 10:00 p.m. when the Greyhound bus I was riding pulled into the station at San Angelo, Texas. I was sitting by myself in the extra wide triple seat in the back of the bus, next to the restroom. Just a few hours ago, I had boarded the bus in El Paso, depressed over losing my job and breaking up with my girlfriend, both in the same month. Disi...
Part 2 of a 3 part series. Haven't written much of part 3, yet. I hope to have it done soon. Once again, if you don't like cheating/slut wives, this story probably isn't for you. I would like to raise a toast to the fans that email me with positive and encouraging feedback, Thank you! Chapter 3: The freshly satisfied lovers made their way down the beach ha...
NOTE: This story contains *INTERRACIAL* sex. It also has wives have sex with other men. Please do not read this story if cannot deal with these genres. It is amazing how many people ignore such warnings and leave nasty comments and send all sorts of veiled threats. Also, I'm not a professional writer, so there are chances of bad grammar and vocabulary. Ther...