My concentration shot directly into my panties, my damp cunt literally overflowing with juices. It was a wonder Mr. Gallagher didn't actually squirt on those erect nipples of mine. My tits bounced out of the white bra I wore with such fury, it looked like an attack on his penis. He looked at my resumé, nodding. "Come on," I thought to myself. "Look up at m...
It began several years ago. Shortly after John’s death. I was out for dinner with my best girlfriend, Margaret. “Donna, honey, it’s been eight months. I know you want to keep working, and stay busy, and you love your job, but really, you should get a maid to do the housework. You could come home and just relax. Keith and I love our Sally. She cooks and clea...
My name is Sharon Joseph. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, big-bottomed and very voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University, majoring in the field of Business Administration. Lately, I feel like I'm going nuts. Living a double life is starting to catch up to me. I'm gay, but my friend...
Chapter 17: Perfection in Blue Fox Jennifer Coombes leaned forward and lit her son's cigarette. She adored him smoking; he looked so cool in his new tight leather high waisted blouson. He was trembling, and she wondered whether it was the cold as the temperature plummeted below freezing now the sun had gone down, despite the patio heater on the Knightsbridg...
I was happy with Catherine and over the next few weeks I spent much of my spare time with her, which delighted her as she couldn't do enough for me. I started to get her to change how she dressed, getting her to buy garter belts and more modern knickers and bra's, particularly under cup and push-up bras, as I told you she was plump and had such lovely tits....
Author's note: This is a part of an ongoing story. It is best read after reading the earlier chapters to put everything in context. This chapter, too, is part of the buildup to the rest of the novel. ***** Suzie and I talked over dinner about Julie's and her lunch date. Suzie and her best friend Julie had met for lunch as they did every Wednesday. Recent...
Kneeling before my gorgeous Haitian goddess Esther, I am at last where I was born to be. My name is Steve Voltaire and I am a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I used to think the Black girls in my church were boring and dull, since most of them never put out, you know? Like most brothers, Christian or otherwise, I had...
Author's Note: While I actually received permission from Playboy model Erin Fox to use her name in the writing of this story, it is entirely a work of fiction. ~~ BrettJ * Erin Fox was not a happy girl. She had only been in Toronto for a day and had already got herself in trouble with the law. It wasn't her fault, the guy had it coming. Just because she wa...
CHAPTER 1. "Hello Jaime." said my neighbor, Mr. Simms, smiling, when he opened the door to his house. It was very nice two-story brick home in suburbs, probably around 3,800 square feet. "Hello sir", I replied. I looked up at him, he was at least a foot taller than me, and he shook my hand, then, waived me to come inside. Mr. Simms lived right next to us...
He's a gay virgin. She's a failing lesbian or filthy bisexual, depending on who you ask. It's late, and she's out of milk. If this doesn't sound like your thing, other authors are available. Or try one of my other stories. If this might be your thing, I hope you enjoy. This is an entry in the April Fools Day 2020 contest. 'Nearly home,' I thought, a...