A heat wave baked the upper Midwest and the humidity that hung over the city caused Bess's short sleeve blouse to stick to her back. She walked up the front steps and rang the bell. "Come on in," Bonnie yelled from inside. "It's open." Bess walked into the foyer and heard, "Lock it behind you, will you? Then come into the kitchen." "Sure," Bess called, t...
To everyone who left those comments about the negativity of black women--the divide between the "hipsters" and the "ratchet" ones--I didn't mean to convey black women in that light. It was not intentional. I didn't want to make Roshanda look really judgemental, I was merely having fun telling a story about a non-stereotypical black woman with a dilemma. Read...
Chapter 1 I had been working for Real Life Inc. for a few months. Real Life was different things to different people. To some, it was an escort service. We also make adult videos and photo shoots, mostly on request. Some clients even visit the former armory that we used as a studio. They could get pictures or video of themselves with their favorite adult mo...
A Note For My Readers, This story is pure fabrication of my fucked up mind, written on my equally, if not more so, fucked up Dell laptop. Now, my usual type writing style isn't that of a "quicky" to get you to cum as quick as possible. I try to involve a bit of depth and actually have as much of a story/plot as the sex involved. In fact this part doesn't h...
Double in trouble. His own lunch break pasted in silence. There were no further emails or texts as he figured they were sleeping. He powered through his unanswered emails while he had the time until he got an alert of a new email at his personal address. This one was entitled 'For your eyes only.' It only displayed a link to his personal IP. After triple c...
Chapter 6: Aftercare...? Once we'd all caught our breath and toweled off, we trudged back upstairs. I insisted on carrying Cerise, who was exhausted from the pleasure we'd inflicted on her. We took her into one of the second-floor guest rooms, where Dev loosened the knots of her halter, freeing her body from the silken ropes. (I would eventually learn that...
Author's note. These are not stand alone stories. If you haven't read chapters 1-3, please go back and read them first, or this chapter will make no sense. Chapter 4: Picking up the pieces and finding our way. Jack and I never made it out to dinner that night, we grabbed a couple of sandwiches and cokes and headed back to the dorm. We were both a little su...
"Well, funny man?" Becky Lynch asks you again. "Why are you so tired?" You try to come up with a lie. After all, Becky Lynch is your favorite SmackDown superstar, and you don't necessarily want her to know you've just come from sleeping with another one. You have to think on your feet. You come up with a solution. She calls you funny man, right? You'll ju...
Chapter 3 -- Getting to know you... It was fortunate that the time leading up to meeting Emma were filled with activity because otherwise I don't know how I could have coped with my excitement and anticipation. I purposely stayed out late every evening to avoid further thoughts of Bryony invading any self-pleasure. After waking up much earlier than normal o...
My mum split from my dad when I was sixteen and after a succession of boyfriends she recently started dating a guy called Vern. Big Vern as I called him worked in the British Army, stationed in the North of England. They met through the internet. The first time they saw each other mum and I travelled up by train and stayed at his house in the barrack grounds...