Nothing starts me off right like a good meeting with a regular, this one in particular sitting in his fancy office, while I'm on my knees with my head buried in his lap, earning my keep the easy way. Mr. Greene is (or was, I don't keep track) a city councilman, slightly younger and cleaner-cut than my usual regulars, with a thing for watching women who aren'...
Author's Note: Belinda Sutter, pampered daughter of wealthy Southerners, fell in love with Sam Greene, a young biracial man from Chicago who attends the same college in Mississippi as she does, while he was working at her family's home the summer before her senior year of college and his final year before completing his M.B.A. The couple are now married and...
Balmorhea Springs, Texas, May 25,1985, 3p.m. The grass pressed against Ernesto's back while he gazed up at a blue sky dotted with white pillows. Nearby, children played Marco Polo in the two acre spring-fed artesian pool, that rested on the edge of 46 acres dotted with cottonwood trees. Ernesto could almost reach and grab the foothills of the Davis Mountain...
Hello readers, Thank you all for reading Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story. This is continuation of that story. The character Keisha was introduced briefly in chapter two of that tale, and for some reason I feel compelled to tell her story. I must state that these are fictional characters and exist solely in my imagination. Also, thank you Willieone and 2275...
I helped Brenda to her room. Before opening the door I gave her a gentle kiss and told her how proud I was of her, and how pretty she now looked. I told her that there was a special surprise waiting in her bedroom and that I would come back and check on her later. I slowly opened the door and let her enter. She didn't know that Mary had watched the whole...
All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction... It is fantasy, pure and simple. Any resemblance to real people is unintentional and strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this blah, blah, blah. * To have one's cock deep throated by a young, b...
The following is a continuation of two stories, "Justice Ch. 01: Amos and Andrea" and "The Camp Ch. 03: The Coward." To understand the full context of what is taking place here, I suggest you read those two stories first. Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned, expect to find mistakes. *.**.*.**.*.**.* Gordon and Donna King stared at Dr. Berkshire in disbelief. The man had just told them what no paren...
Note: This is a sequel to the first "JNE-99". This story will not make sense to those who have not read the first one. "Next Stop, UN Terminal. Prepare for arrival." There wasn't much preparing to do. All my carry-on luggage fit in my jacket pocket, and I had already taken a moment to freshen up. Preparing for arrival meant nothing more than sitting tigh...
Since Foxton is such a small town it feels necessary to clarify that all the characters in this story are completely fictional. Any resemblances to any real-life persons or events are unintended. This story is merely a tribute to the town I remember and how I imagine it may look like today. With that said, thank you for reading my story. Please leave a comme...