"You'll never guess where I come from," Rachel Van Boeijen said, smiling faintly. Sitting opposite her inside The Page Break, the Starbucks located inside the Carleton University library, Kinuthia "Ken" Makenga stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully. The international student from Kenya was one of the special mentors and tutors assigned to the International S...
---------------- It helps to get a better picture of the events of the story if one were to read Parts 1, 2, and 3 before continuing here. Lou has been given a chance to try to redeem himself a bit from the misfortune that had been laid at his feet previously--losing his true love, being trapped in a loveless marriage, getting framed and sacked and divorced...
Foreword: This story might have been posted in several categories but it's the mature age of the principal character which is central to the narrative. The story includes strong sexual acts. The events and all the characters are fictitious. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback, both anonymous and emailed, is most welcome. ***** Janice waved off her daughter and g...
Kyla felt a rush of relief as the plane touched down on the tarmac. Even after several years of taking flights between her parents' homes on opposite sides of the U.S., she still had not gotten over her fear of flying. Fortunately, this stop would be her last for at least the next six months as she prepared for her new position as a claims adjuster. In jus...
I was wandering down a concrete pathway on a shaded roof veranda with rounded posts. It was early morning, the sun was rising, when I stepped off the porch and walked down a badly rutted road. The rode, more like a wide pathway curved to the right away from the sun. I was nude, I don't know why. Down the lane, I saw three black figures. A tall one in the mi...
It was Tuesday morning June 5, 2012 as I poured my second cup of coffee when the phone rang. The number was that of my younger sister who lived in Florida. Something must be wrong I immediately thought, it's four hours difference in Alaska and now just past seven a.m. here. She knows I'm an early riser, but we had just talked for over an hour on Sunday. Fear...
It was getting late in the evening and Karen was starving. She had just gotten back from a seven week business trip to Kenya and she was craving some American food. She also was craving black cock. While in Kenya, Karen accidently saw one of her clients undress. He was a gigantic Kenyan. Akeem, standing about 6'7"with at least 10 inches of massive, dark me...
My name is Clarice Jensen. I was born in the town of Baton Rouge, State of Louisiana, in the year of our lord 1823. Born of a white male plantation owner and an African female slave. I grew up on the Jensen Plantation, from which I escaped in 1846. I ran away to the City of Boston, Massachusetts. At the time, the Northeast was considered a bastion of liberty...
This is going to be a fairly short story (at least I hope so, otherwise I doubt I could finish it) Many thanks to Yellow Peril for his efforts in keeping me straight, and the story readable. In these days of troubles when we have servicemen and women returning from Iraq and Afghanistan, we still fail them by forgetting that while they may look unwounded, th...
Chapter 38 Over the next six weeks, Shaun was helping Aunt Vicky and learning the administration of The Crater and animal reserve. He and Sharron had driven to Nairobi for him to inspect the plants there. And for Sharron to have some clothes made and also select some furnishings for the home The war was continuing with advances made in Italy and every on...