It started out innocently enough. Well, for me anyway. You see a couple of the ladies at work were swapping tales of their sexual escapades and one name kept coming up: Kevin. Now, Kevin, well, he turned out to be from the mail room. So what were all these high powered female execs doing with him? Could he really be as good as they made out? Was he as endo...
"Well, well, well, what have we here? If it isn't Gracie the barista with the art degree she couldn't manage to put to decent use. So classic yet so tragic." Bethany rests her hands on her hips and smirks at me. "What do you want?" I ask, blankly. I am trying not to panic, but I can't help but to become overwhelmed with questions. How did Bethany find me...
It was by far the happiest day of my adult life. It all began when my wife whom everyone says looks like Florence Henderson confessed to me that she had the hots for our next-door-neighbor. The 18 year old daughter of the only black family in our neighborhood who was our babysitter. The young woman's name was Diana and although my wife said she looked li...
This is a long winded story. It's a slow starter. Roll with it, give it a chance, you'll be grateful if you do. This doesn't just dive into the smut like my last story; if you don't want to read about the background and the relationship between the characters, this story is not for you. It will help if you watched the show (particularly Season 4 and the Will...
II Emma left for home nearly forgetting to put Charlotte's coat on. The new responsibility would transform her life, she was sure of it. At the very least, she wouldn't have to leave for work so very early in the morning from now on. It did mean that she would have to be just that little bit more careful about how few clothes she wore to work, just as she h...
Author's note: This is a story based on All Cheerleaders Die. Both the actresses and characters are over 18. * Maddy's revenge plan had worked perfectly. Almost. She had stolen Terry's girlfriend and embarrassed him enough into doing something stupid. That part was a lot easier than she thought, Terry losing his temper after only a little gentle prodding...
Hollywood has screwed up sex on film. Honestly. I have a hard time watching it without rolling my eyes, laughing (not in a good way), or being disgusted and wanting to turn it off. And this is from someone who loves the concept of sex on film- on paper. Sex is such a vital part of life, and I hate it when movies ignore it, because no matter the situation, s...
The name is Lawrence Cameron. I'm a young black man living in Bean Town, Massachusetts. A sexy brother who makes heads turn wherever he goes. That's me in a nutshell. Six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular, with light brown skin and long hair which I keep braided. Astrologically speaking, I am an Aquarian. I am a patrolman with the Boston Police Departm...
I was barely inside the door of my room when I was attacked, and rather hungrily, by her. She had her mouth on mine, her lips pressed to my own, her tongue soon pushing past to taste me and see if I had done what she asked of me. I had, of course, wanting to see what she would do about it, and I wasn't disappointed. My pants were soon down at my ankles, her...
Travis ran a comb through his short brown hair, spiking the top strands. Then he ran it through again. Everything had to be perfect for tonight. The young man brushed his teeth and flossed, then popped a minty strip of breath freshener into his mouth, smacking his lips at himself in the mirror. He undid a few buttons at the top of his purple silk shirt, le...