~~~~~ Author's Note: I appreciate you, the readers, taking the time to read my writing. If you haven't read the first 2 chapters, please do so before reading part 3. How else are you going to know what happened so far? I'd like to thank PA Beebe for the all night editing session and Kirk2004 for his editing help. I'd also like to thank Rob M'Dear who inspi...
Jennifer was 22-years-old and had recently experienced several milestone events in her life. She graduated from state college with a BS in Education and got a job as a teacher at a school about 150 miles from her childhood home where she'd lived with her younger sister, 18-year-old Chelsea, and her mom and dad. With her new job, Jennifer got her own apartm...
I was at a red light on a sunny day waiting in my car, I had long blonde hair with a cute face and I was lost in my thought. I tried to resist my fantasy so much it became more and more strong. I was 27 years old and a beauty; I took my medium latte Starbucks coffee and drink some thinking about the Black girl I saw at the Starbucks. How beautiful she was, h...
Miriam Smith was so excited after being selected from all the school librarians in Birmingham, Alabama to make the Martin Luther King, Jr. presentation at one of the underprivileged inner city high schools. The only problem was that her husband, Maurice, didn't want his beautiful blonde wife going into the city to be at some "nigger" school. You see, her hus...
Ashley craned her steering wheel rightward, pulling into the small apartment parking lot. Moving gingerly so as to avoid any of the neighbor's wayward kids, she gently and smoothly pulled her red Pontiac into her mom's reserved parking space. With a small sigh, she clicked off the ignition and gathered up her purse from the passenger seat next to her, reachi...
This is a work of fiction. Any likeness to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. No real locations were used in this story. No One was harmed in the making of it. I don’t condone rape, or anything that brings anyone harm at any time. This is purely Fantasy and probably shouldn’t be read by anyone….ever. All persons depicted in this story are fictional...
Chapter 2 -- Tracy's perspective Warning-this fictional story series includes a cheating wife, interracial sex with black men, and a husband who watches and kind of likes it. If this sort of story is not appealing for you, or is offensive, then no need to waste your time and read on. Tracy hung up the phone after just talking with her husband Sam, feeling...
The next few days in school were awkward. Ellie came every day for lunchtime "study sessions," but I just couldn't be around her. Every time she came in I asked her to leave telling her I wasn't offering extra help that day. Finally on Friday she cornered me afterschool yet again. Just as I was packing my things to leave, I heard my classroom door close and...
I suppose I should start at the beginning. Of course, I didn't know it what was beginning at all. You see, I am not the sort of person you expect to be making these sorts of movies. Not at all. But then again, it wasn't my choice that I ended up here. I guess you could say it was my nature that lead me here, and that my own education is now under way. This i...
I first met Tuk because of two cartons of broken eggs. She was sitting in the gutter on Smith Street in the 'Thai Town' precinct of Sydney. She had with her some bags of recently-completed shopping but somehow the eggs had escaped one of the bags and now lay in a mess in the street. She was crying. "Can I help you?" I said, noticing a love-heart tattoo on h...