Man, I am scared shitless. Seriously. Everybody is gunning for me and I don't think I can get away this time. I guess they lack a sense of humour in spite of my attempts at helping them gain one. So what if I accidentally caused a war? These things happen. At least, I think they do. Whatever. The name is Jeremy Saint-Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of...
The day after our "double date", where my husband realized his fantasy of having sex with my best friend while I experienced my fantasy of having sex with his black coworker, neither Tom nor I spoke of what happened. We picked up the kids from my parents and went to church just like we did most Sundays. Monday afternoon, I visited Karen. As she poured tea,...
My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor and I'm a 29-year-old Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as a Nurse at a certain hospital and I am the proud mother of a son, Jefferson, and a daughter, Lilandra. Life as a single mother isn't easy, and the fact that my ex-husband Alan Stephenson, a Boston-area cop, is a miser...
Hey, there. My name is Guillaume Mathieu but my friends call me Guy. I am twenty five years old and hold a Master's degree in Business Administration from McGill University in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I work for the Quebecor Media Corporation. I made four hundred and seventeen thousand dollars after taxes last year. I drive a Mercedes Benz....
Be careful what you wish for -- a contemporary Twilight Zone. A well-dressed middle aged man is seen entering a suburban hospital. In one hand he holds flowers, in the other there's a box of candy. After going to the main desk for directions he takes the elevator to the sixth floor. "Take the hallway and turn right, second door on your right," the on-duty...
First off I want to apologize for not posting anything. Emily and I are working on the next chapter of her story and I still have it on my desk to finish the "Our Secrets" series. So hopefully you'll have something new to read soon. In the mean time I wanted to get this out there. So it is the morning after Christmas when I started this and I am feeling so...
Part Four – Michele Returns The woman is slim. She is wearing a cerise satin blouse, black leather skirt and black high-heeled pumps. Flesh-toned fully-fashioned stockings sheath her long well defined legs. She is wearing a blonde bob, her bangs direct your gaze to heavily madeup eyes, and she's wearing glistening ruby-red lipstick. She is mature but sexy...
He: 48. Pin-striped suit, blue patterned tie over a light blue shirt. Clean shaven, light brown hair. Quite good looking. Leather document wallet. Business man. Family man. He has a daily paper, carried like a sword, used like a shield, an excuse to not have to make eye-contact. She: 19. White embroidered blouse under a thin fawn jacket. Light blue pleated...
He guided her out of the office back to his assistant's desk. "Karen, this is our new Marketing Manager. She's going to be moving from Colorado, I want you to be at her beck and call and assist her with her move." He put his hand on the small of her back, heat from his palm radiating through her, creeping around her stomach and up her chest to her breasts,...
I was 56 years old when I became a Pussy Slave. I, my name is Steve, was born in august 1961 and she, Casandra, in December 1985, a 24 year age different. When I met her I was a Store Manager at a Dollar Store and I hired her in early January 2013. My wife of twenty years died in February 2013. I was always a loner, but liked to have one person around to b...