NOTE: Fair warning - you will have to read through a long stretch of story development getting to the sex. If you feel you need to get right to the meat of things, this story may not be for you. ***** Megan watched the entrance to the shelter carefully for over 3 hours, watching for signs of life, waiting to see if anyone returned, making sure it was safe...
This is Chapter four and the last of our continuing interracial adventures. Please read the previous 3 stories if you haven't to get the history behind this story. After Amie had been alone with Dwayne for that one night and I had my fun with Ezzy it seemed that Amie was finally satisfied and didn't mention him or having more black lovers for a long time....
Two years or so after my sexy little blond wife got her first taste of the special eroticism of interracial sex, a significant new turn of events began when my boss flew down south from Chicago to spend some time working with me. I had an idea that the real purpose of his trip was to have an excuse to visit his aunt, which he pronounced ‘awnt’ in his hometow...
I'd seen more than my fair share of hotel lobbies over the previous few months. But there I was again, standing at another front desk waiting to check in. This one seemed the same, only different. It was a nice hotel...another Sheraton, similar to the one Tina and I had stayed at in Northern Virginia on our trip together. But this one was located in the town...
The shower water at the Shady Inn washes away the past two hours of lovemaking. Loren rests a hand on Devon's shoulder for balance. The short stump of her left leg moves slightly. Older than his mother and married, she has anxiously been meeting him every Friday for six weeks. They met by chance at the long row of mailboxes in the neighborhood. Her age attr...
Faeophobia: Magic's Hour Author's Note: I'd like to thank XXXecil for the creation of such vivid worlds, and for his unique openness towards other authors playing in them. I've been a fan for a number of years, and this is my contribution to a great body of work. I only hope I do it justice. I believe he's taking commissions now, if you ever have an idea yo...
This story is part of an ever growing list of encounters and sexual adventures of my main protagonist, Kevin, myself projected into these lines. Most of my stories will be fictitious; some will be drawn from truth. You decide where that line is drawn... * Anna was my best Customer service rep, (CSR). She was also my favorite to visit. She had the exact ou...
Warning: There is no-sex in this story. Chapter 1: Our Shadow There is nothing like a cold December morning to drive the last vestige of sleep from my body. My glasses fogged as soon as I opened the outer door. I bent forward to retrieve my handkerchief and my peripheral vision caught movement to my right, it was not close by, perhaps some forty feet away...
American-born Italian, Roxanne Serbati, closed the songbook and placed it in the holder on the back of the wooden pew. The congregation ended the last stanza of "What A Friend We Have In Jesus," an old hymn that had been her favorite since childhood. Please, dear God, she prayed silently, send me a man capable of helping me bring back my nephew. Send me a...
Awoken An uneasy silence filled the room. He had been sitting, unmoving and deep in thought for longer than he could remember. The plain room that had become his sanctuary and his prison was completely empty save an unusually large stack of books in one corner and a mattress in the other. As quiet and empty as the windowless white-washed room was; his mind...