"You know what I want?" It was a question, not a statement. She was silent. She'd been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn't want. He spoke again, softly into her ear, "You know what I want?" She was silent still. She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hand...
Hand in hand, we walk towards the mall; our bodies sweat beneath the hot sun. As we enter the cool air within chills our bodies. We look around us searching for the boutiques. It's your first week with me and I'm taking you shopping, you're happy to go shopping, but most of all to be with me. We spot a shop and head into it, the cashier greeting us, I expla...
Lilly looked at herself in the mirror. She was very sexy, with rump and breasts large but not un-proportional. She had silky black hair that flowed to her shoulders, a face smooth and delightful to look at. But despise all this beauty, Lilly was still a virgin. It was not like she hadn't tried. She had been out to places of all sorts, but had never found t...
It had started out innocently enough I suppose. I was living on the ground floor of a 1960's vintage apartment house near the downtown area while I was finishing the last few semesters of college. I was working my way through, so money was naturally tight but the resident manger, Bonnie, had been lenient on more than one occasion and things always seemed to...
At the end of Jean's Modesty II I asked Jean to explain how she was always getting discounts on goods and services from people who did work in our house. As she promised, that night after dinner we sat down to discuss it. Jean started by saying "I first have to tell you a few things about me that I never told you before. When I was in high school I discove...
OK I admit it, over the last twelve months I've developed an extreme lust for the security guy who comes in to collect our banking. All the flirting, the teasing, the cheeky smiling and the jokes about his 'big gun.' It was mutual, but forbidden - he was a colleague, of sorts, after all. But nothing, NOTHING could have prepared me for what happened when we...
I'll admit that when I first met her, I didn't like her. Who am I talking about? Stephanie Mendes. The six-foot-tall, sexy young Black woman who tried out for the Blackstone University Varsity Cheerleading Squad and became its Captain. Why didn't I like her? It had to do with her almost supernatural beauty, her extremely bossy ways and her attitude. Now, don...
Note: If you've read my other stories, you may notice a recurrence of names. I like using my first and middle names in the stories. That away I really get a feel for my writing. Like the others this is a fictional story. * * * * * My name is Wayne and this is the story of my best birthday ever. It was my 21st birthday party, and I was over at a friend's ho...
Gladys was in the kitchen making dinner for the three of them and was jealous of Bev. It should be her sat with David enjoying a glass of wine. She was not designed to be a cook to people. She thought she had left that part of her life far behind but David had brought her to her knees so quickly and she could not work out how he had sussed her out so quickly...
I lay still and quiet, pensive, studying the way the morning light cast a golden glow upon Tiffany's wavy blonde locks. Her hair was down, free and natural, mussed from sleep and midnight passions. "Updo girl," I mused, remembering how I had first come to think of her. I smiled. Now she was just Tif, and we were lovers. I snuggled in more closely against h...