To: George Falstaff From Valerie Burbon Re: Updated entries for The Writer's Market George, These are the latest entries in The Writer's Market that we're considering. The old entries have been in need of revision since we've expanded the breadth of all our publications. The deadline for changes is just a week away, so quick action is needed. Mastering M...
This is a true story of an encounter I had. I have always had a deep down strong desire for black men, their power and their animal lust. Their natural dominance and knowing how to treat a white woman like she is, a slut. Many of your readers seem to be married women who cannot get satisfied by their white husbands but I am a little different. I am a bisex...
Dear Jim, I do not know if you will ever see this letter. A part of me wants to tear it to pieces right now, before its finished, before its even begun. I don't know if I can make myself write it. I have stood and paced and sat in front of the keyboard and typed and then erased everything. I want, somehow, I want everything to go away. I want things to be w...
Pamela, a hair stylist, was thirty when I met her. She wore short, dark hair parted a little off center and combed toward the right side where it touched the eyebrow. I was immediately attracted to her. The full lip, the facial bone structure, the slim but nicely curved body all combined to make a very attractive female. That Saturday afternoon we made smal...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, Beyza Ataturk told herself as she deleted her ex-girlfriend Manal Ismail from her Facebook. Tearfully the young woman got up and walked out of the computer terminal on the topmost floor of the Boston Public Library on Copley. Sighing deeply, she walked out of the library and walked a few blocks to Commonwealth Avenue, and wa...
Andrew never saw the noose. He was uncomfortable around his new mother in law - his wife's new step mom. And rightly so - he was, after all, going through the woman's intimates since the day she entered their lives, some two years ago, shortly after the marriage. Had he overcome his guilty reaction, he may have noticed a recurring theme in their conversa...
*Things take a very interesting turn in this part of the story. Basically, I don't want to spoil anything, but a lot of stuff in this story will change drastically at the end of this story. If you don't like the spin that this story takes, I am very sorry, but things just get wilder and crazier from here. Even if you don't like it and you liked the first thr...
Raven Symone was in her late 20s, and had always been a lesbian. Since she was in middle school, she knew she was gay. And she was finally ready to tell the world. Her publicist, manager, and agent were all unhappy. They felt that her career would take a hit, and had been advising against coming out, for a while now. After a long discussion, Raven’s manage...
Author's note: This is a personal fantasy. I make no apologies for the impossible stamina of the first-person narrator or the amount of sex over the course of one night in this story. :) ----- "Not you!" In the frenzied, saucy urge to get Josie's pussy, I practically pushed Lena out of the way as she was getting up from the sofa. Instead of getting hurt or...
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters in the story are over the age of 18-years-old. How to Get You to Read My Story #2 Writer shows how to entice readers to read her stories by using mother and son incest. Aha! Oh, oh, here it comes, even more character development as to why the mother did what she did in stripping herself naked...