Nia rushed to Thomas Jefferson Hospital as fast as she could in the middle of the night. The hospital's waiting room was nearly empty when the smell of sanitation hit her nose, snapping her out of her trance. When she reached the nurse's station, she was nearly choking with tears. "I-I need to see my father, Reginald Harris," Nia said with a shaky voice. T...
This is a work of fiction; all characters are over 18. It involves interracial sex. If that offends you, skip it. Otherwise, read and enjoy. * Chris and his wife, Monica, lay together one night after a round of sex. "Where were you?" Chris asked, "When I was fucking you," he said, "the look on your face told me you were someplace else. Off in a fantasy."...
I'm Emma, and I came to the U.S. from the Philippines a few years ago and lived in an apartment complex in East San Diego with my sailor husband who was always gone. A couple months after we moved in, another girl from the Philippines moved in. Her name was Rosie, and she was a couple years older than me. She lived by herself, and because I did not have a jo...
Hi, I'm Meow, like the cat noise. I am thirty-nine. This journal had no working title. Geoff and I labelled it as a series of numbers; 365-104 seemed to be an appropriate choice of numbers when I first sat down to write this book. Indeed, that is the name of the file on my computer, 365-104. I should explain why I came to write a diary of my orgasms! After a...
(Thank you Arthur Schnitzler and Stanley Kubrick!) Monika, an attractive, ambitious 23-year-old woman from Kansas City, came to Los Angeles to hopefully break into modeling and the movies. She found a job as a waitress in an upscale bistro and was eventually hooked up with an agent. After a time her agent mentioned an exclusive "Butterfly Club" in Hollywood...
Finally, someone has to interrupt. Thankfully it was Briana and not me. "Ms. Mogumbo! This all sounds crazy. How do you know? Where are you getting all this?" "I can only tell you some of it. I have two main sources. The one from Caswell I can't reveal. Maybe the only honest guy who works there, pretty high up and he's seen everything. Flo's financial stat...
Chapter 12: Mogumbo and Fun With Alicia ***Friday, August 16, 2304 (still)*** To shake off the fear and kill time I walked out to pick up the morning paper. The headline was more or less the usual, 36,000 Savages Killed in Mongolia. It was the 22nd year of the war and we all knew our guys were super close to a final victory. Maybe now the Mongolese would s...
Chapter 10: Bri and Stony Get Friendly, Stony Chews Me Out. ***Sunday, August 11, 2304*** I didn't see my wife for five days. Because of the riot, the Mayor, who had emerged victorious from his fight, and the White Girl Pride Day town committee, together with the producers of the show, decided to put the three Pharaoh finalists up in our downtown luxury ho...
CHAPTER 51 -- NGUYET'S MOTHER WANTS A VIDEO After the sticky, wet fuck during Nguyet's period last week, we just met a coffee shop to finally be able to talk again—purportedly unencumbered or preoccupied with role plays and various forms of sex talk and play. Nguyet had told me that she had one more idea what we should do, but I told her that I truly needed...
This story is a continuation of part 2, and concludes my affair with Joan. Please read the first two stories in this series for context. To recap, Joan and I were colleagues who worked at a bank in Johannesburg, South Africa. Joan is a tall, leggy blonde, with blue eyes, in her mid thirties. I am Indian, born in South Africa and was 22 at the time. Joan and...