Un dia, un hombre conoció a una mujer en Argentina... Once upon a time, a man met a woman in Argentina... As the airliner was on its approach to the airport in Buenos Aires, Bradley Taylor looked out at the metropolis below. It was a huge city — as one would expect, since almost half of Argentina's population lived in the greater Buenos Aires vicinity. Th...
I recently received an e-mail saying I was a racist bigot because anytime I write about interracial romance it's always been a black girl with a white guy. I have to wonder, do they send similar e-mails shouting racism to the plethora of black cock white wife authors? Nah, I didn't think so either, at any rate, hopefully you'll enjoy the rest of the story as...
Guest Star: Porsha Simms-44DDD-40-38 (28 years old) I watched a few cars move down the street along with some foot traffic on the block content to just sit there on the grass for as long as it took to sink in. My mind kept replaying the brief innocent moment when I witness Yoli getting into a cab juxtaposed with what I'd discovered seconds ago. I could stil...
Story so far: On my arrival back in India for a ten-day work-related assignment, I found a temporary maidservant at home, filling in for my regular housekeeper who was away on her annual vacation. A dark complexioned, doe-eyed beauty with a non-conformist set of social values, this 5'2" of fantastically well proportioned body, became my sexual partner and co...
Mark Moves to Chastened, Florida After winning a bid to handle the interior design of a Community College being constructed in the nearby city of Chastened, Mark moved there from Sarasota. Several months after moving to Chastened, Mark had met several other influential people from the area, including the mayor and other leading political figures. Through t...
__________ 20 __________ A cawing rooster awakened us the next morning, something which I hadn't experienced since childhood at my Grandfather's orange farm in Phoenix. Lifting my head, I peered at my phone which read five thirty AM on the dot, sheesh, it's already Saturday... I set my head back onto the pillow and pulled Andrea closer to me, the rooster co...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if y...
Jim and the National Guard departed early on a Wednesday morning for the long, slow trip for the summer encampment. Susan and the Brewers weren't leaving for Maine until Sunday, so there were several days for final preparation. Jim and Susan were fortunate to be able to have one last sexual session, Tuesday night, because her monthly indisposition began just...
Part Two: (There's a whore, an ex-wife, and a farmer each with their own demons.) I was up early the next morning. I slipped into the master bedroom and saw Caprice was still asleep; probably the Nyquil. I walked over and tapped her shoulder, "Hey sleepy head." She rolled over and gave me a lazy look, "Oh, you." I smiled as I unfastened the locks that he...