Out Of Afrika is a delightful interracial fantasy created by international authors Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi. We continue with our tale. ******** Chapter 16 ******** Nadine Bally read her local evening paper with a martini in hand. It was another boring day in prospect with her husband away once again on an overseas business trip. Nadine and Geor...
Sunday Morning, Visiting My Friends We woke up Sunday morning later than usual. Lizzy rolled over on her side and kissed me. I opened my eyes and saw her sweet smiling face. She whispered, "May I suck your cock?' I smiled and said, "You never have to ask permission to suck my cock. I'm always happy when you to suck it." She pulled back the covers. If you...
Chapter 7 Scene of the CrimeCarmen, barefoot and wearing cut-offs and an oversize Cal U. sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up, was curled up on the couch between her mother Mercedes, and her grandmother, Abuela, when her cell phone buzzed. They were watching an episode of the Ellen DeGeneres Show Mercedes had TIVO'd. Ever since she had come to terms with h...
Jala walked up the wooded slope of the fog-shrouded mountain, eyes moving quickly side to side. She knew that as the forest thickened, so did the risks. Both the risk of being attacked and the risk of being stopped. She'd worked hard to achieve her position in the Order of the Wardens. "Briar-Knight" didn't sound too impressive, she admitted, and she knew th...
A Father's Justice, Pt. 02 Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To understand the full context of what is taking place here, I...
Ch. 8. The Realization, Understanding, and Acceptance of "Self": Pam woke up to a glorious morning and in an equally glorious mood. For the first time in months she had awakened completely absent of any feelings of conflict or remorse. Those had been replaced with the exhilarating sense of total emotional freedom. Bob had bought her a record album for her...
Cynthia had the house in good order now. The rooms were all cleaned, polished, floors mopped or vacuumed. She was folding the last load of laundry when the phone rang. "Mr. McMahon's residence." "Cynthia?" said the cheery voice. "Good morning, Ms. Cuthbert." "Emily," she reminded. "Please call me Emily." "Of course. Emily it is." "How's he doing?" "He...
Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first ten stories you might want to start there. Fee...
[This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.] Barbara Beck cam...
Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. The author and others find domination and degradation erotic. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to those who have e-mailed me. Your feedback really means a lot. During his...