Dear Willy, It's been a long time, hasn't it? When was it last, 3 years ago, at Angela's party? You said you loved me, that's a joke and we both knew it, but you got what you wanted -- so did I for that matter. We'd been so close for so long, then to meet up again so unexpectedly there. I wanted you all over again but I had the feeling you'd have taken any...
Interlude: Cassie "Honey, I'm home!" I called walking in to the house I shared with Camryn. I threw my keys into the key bowl sitting on the hallway end table. I knew he was home because his car was parked outside in the driveway. Kicking my shoes off, I walked into the living room, putting my purse on the end of the couch. He wasn't in here and the TV wa...
A letter addressed to my former wife, her response and my victory. ************** My dearest woman, I have given you every opportunity to tell me just what is going on in your life right now. We have been married for eight years and it seems you are not happy with me. I ask you about your trips to your parents house when you go every month and sometimes t...
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Ibrahim, and I'm a Somali brother living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I have something to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. I was raised in my ancestral hometown of Mogadishu, Somalia, and have been living in Montreal for the past ten years. I love Montreal, the best place in la belle province, even though I shall...
Alene was in a bit of a shock, it's been a long time since someone slapped her like that. "Now get up! I want to enjoy you," Paula half shouted half commended. Her voice was so strong Alene got back on her feet almost solely from its power. "You look good," Paula circled Alene, checking her body out, it was well tuned and super sexy. Paula hardly stopped h...
Hey, there. My name is Shaniqua Brown and by my own admission, I'm a big black bitch from the ghetto. At six-foot-one and 230 pounds, I personify ghetto gal power through and true. My skin is jet-black and I have never wished for it to be lighter. Light skin isn't an advantage. It's something people with nothing else going on for them say to make themselves...
**This is a shorter story, a quick fantasy on my mind recently. I've used "Sir" instead of a name so that it is easier to imagine yourself in the place of the characters. Please give feedback, I'm always working on improving my writing.** * Like any other good day, today started out with my wonderful Dom tying me up. Nothing puts me in a better mood than f...
Contains: hypermess, hyperstink ____ DONG! DONG! DONG! The church bell signaled that it was 3 PM in the quaint suburban neighborhood of Fouler Hill. Cars rolled along steadily in the streets, a dog or two here and there poking their heads out of the windows. An old couple crossed the street where a school bus stopped to release some children, who raced each...
John looks down at the road in front of him.What's next? Changes begin [guide for writers] What's next? Changes begin [guide for writers]...
He stood there in front of me – leather jacket open to a white T shirt. His jeans open and his cock in his hand. He was 6ft 2 with long hair and a shy grin. He was a bit effeminate but he looked all man now with that cock in his hand. I got down on my knees and took it in my mouth. He gave a little moan – god I wanted to make him cum. His girlfriend followe...