Intern-ship. Welcome reader. I hope you enjoy the following piece. Feel free to rate and comment when you get to the end. My mother taught me everything she knows. Yumiko. She and my father live back in Okinawa. My father is, was an American, but he is more Japanese now. He won't even speak English at home now that he has taught me what he could. He sa...
Thanks to SlaveGirl70 for the help with editing. She suffered so you don't have to. This is a romance in the shadow of betrayal and revenge. ************************************** The star-filled Arizona sky was fixed in the windshield as the rest of the state raced past. There were no tail lights ahead and the nearest headlights had merged into a single...
This is the end of reunion. I was going to write reunion as a short but decided after submitting it that the two could possibly develop a relationship of sorts. In addition there were a few loose ends that I wanted to fill in. This is the second and final part to a story that takes two people from a short relationship, call it a highschool crush in which he...
I stood there in the hallway, staring at the door. The rest of the hall was empty, and I could hear my heart pounding as though it was trying to leap out of my chest. When I reached up to knock, my hand was shaking. The voice from within the room did nothing to ease my anxiety. "Juste un instant, s'il vous plait ", melodically reached my ears. Well, we wer...
Note: This story was written with laxchick, who deserves full co-writing credit. ***** Amanda Its May. I'm finished university. It's almost a numbing feeling, and I've been spending some afternoons, when previously I'd have been studying like a maniac, just staring off into space in disbelief. Unlike some of my classmates, I have a job lined up, a dece...
Prologue I knew what was coming. What he wanted. I was reluctant to play along, to let him, but it had been some months now since I last relented and I was resigned to the fact that it would be unfair to deny him any longer. His roaming, stroking hands had infiltrated my nightwear - a silky shorts and vest top combo - rousing me from my sleep. He had been...
It has been over a month since the night I crossdressed and got fucked by Anthony, a large black man with a massive cock. Vikki and I have gone back to our normal sex routine. The rules of wearing my collar and panties are still there, but she hasn't used a strap on or any toys in my ass for the first two weeks. I guess she wanted to make sure I recovered ni...
This started out as a straight up romantic story, but I went back and rewrote it as an interracial story. Still, I ask you to be gentle with me. This will be a stand-alone story; there are no additional chapters planned at this time...and I promise that a lot of you readers will probably hate me by the end of this. I won't apologize for it. Either you'll lik...
"We'll have another round", I say in response to the waitress' query. She nods and heads back to the bar to fill our order. As she does I grab another buffalo wing as my wife and her sister babble on about a black dress they had seen earlier that day. I couldn't quite follow the conversation, but there was something about the sleeve that seemed to make it ve...
Robin It has been a few days since Sherye and I shared that wonderful night together. I have been wanting to call her, but was not sure if I should. I have never been with a married woman before and I think that is what has been the cause of my reluctance to call her. The problem is that I can not seem to get her out of my mind. I keep thinking of the marve...