You hate taking the bus home this late. It's not so much the long stretches of waiting for the actual bus to arrive that test the very limit of your patience, but it's the seedy night life of winos, junkies, and party people taking the bus at this time of night. Those people tend to break down any sort of peace and quiet that can be found when riding a near...
I was left alone in the room for about twenty minutes, lying on the ground on all fours, arms and legs tied up together with solid, metal bars. The door opened and Veronica approached me. She looked at me with much amusement in her eyes. "The girls and I are hungry. I hope you are a good cook. You wouldn't dare disappoint me, heh?" "Yes Mistress, I can coo...
The Women's Wrestling Network's training facility was going to be like Chavo (Guerrero)'s gym, Jennifer assumed. Older than not only her, but her parents, with paint and ancient fight posters peeling off the walls. Posters which, like everything around them, would smell like sweat, cigars, and men. None of which bothered her, of course, as it was what the ad...
Santana sat in the back of the choir room away from everyone else, slouched in her chair with Gucci sunglasses hiding her eyes. The Latina mentally thanked her fore thought of bringing her sunglasses as she stared fixated at Rachel Berry as the tiny diva stood in front of everyone and belted out another power ballad. Just to show the group as to why she shou...
Gutierrez Janitorial Services, whose office lies in a seedy neighborhood not far from the Saint Laurent Mall, is one of the largest cleaning companies in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. They compete with Aramark and GDI and the other big shots for access to schools, labs, shopping centers and Canadian government buildings. The owner, Marisol Gutierrez has a com...
Chapter Fourteen Carmela Really Gets Busted It was all starting to feel like a bad mistake, Carmela thought, as she walked over the sand streaked cement path between the beach and the outdoor bars and clubs. There was a party atmosphere all around her, the beautiful Latina observed, as she took in the bass-heavy beats and the steady murmur of the crowd fr...
Chapter TEN Two days later, on the commuter train home from New York City Thursday night, my Latina Woman was back. I deliberately sat in the facing seat, this time pulling my thighs in tight around her knees. I had had time to think, to put things in perspective. The woman had controlled my every move from the moment I had boarded that train two days ago,...
My name is Roger Jones. I'm a big and tall Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a city cop. By night, I'm the Ass Master. I like to fuck a fat ass. And I don't apologize for it. I like to bend over bitches and fuck them in the ass. All colors. All shapes. I don't really discriminate. Booty is booty. I got some time to kill. My...
I was parked on the side of the road waiting for my girlfriend to get out of a job interview I had dropped her off at. I didn't even realize what I was doing as the female police officer snuck up behind me and started recording me with her cell phone. "Having a personal moment, are we?" At first I had no idea what she was talking about. Then I glanced down...
Edited by luvtaread * As he left Gina's he set out for his former place of employment. He had left things behind the day he left and he wanted them back. Of course as he had intended to kill himself he hadn't worried about any of the items and since his run-in with the goddess he had been pretty busy. After collecting the items he wanted he toured the emp...