Author's note: The main character in this story has a LOT of sex with various white women. It's almost comical. Most of the scenes are alluded to or hinted at. The scene with the main characters is obviously written out. Ladies if you'd like to read more of his adventures with white women, fantasizing you were one of them or fellas if you'd like to live vi...
Just so you know, UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don't go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. ***** The car had circled the block two or three times before it stopped. She had noticed the same car slowing everytime it passed over the last week or so. She huddled down in her cardboard container, listening to the...
So this is starting over. John thought as he looked around the nearly empty one bedroom apartment. He stood at the bar that separated the living room and the kitchen looking at the couch, the small entertainment center with the 19" tv and the DVD player. There was no end tables or coffee table, and no pictures hanging on the wall. He was starting over, and...
George Nelson was just putting the finishing touches trimming the shrubs near the front entrance of the mansion when he saw the big black limo drive up around the circular drive. George watched as the door opened and the chauffeur got out of the big car. Abu was the Mr. Coleman's chauffeur and I suppose you could consider him his personal body guard and ass...
I got out of bed Sunday morning knowing today was D-Day, so to speak. I knew no matter what, I was in for it and I was determined to get through it as best I could. Despite trying to have a positive attitude, I was nervous at the thought of what today was going to bring. So far, Rachel had only exposed me to one woman at a time. Now, I was going to be naked...
A fantasy about a Sarah who discovers about how sexual she can be without feeling guilty about it. It is one of those warm summer nights. It is really warm the sun setting and the warm evening breeze is blowing straight in to the luxurious apartment that she had just moved into. She was dressed in a short strappy satin black and white she had bought while...
CHAPTER 3: EVE'S LOUNGE I left the house the back way at 1655. That way any nosy neighbours wouldn't be alerted by the sound of my front door closing. If I had to make a run for it no one would know which house I'd come out of either. I walked nonchalantly up the lane and turned the corner back into Harbour Street. No signs of life except Christmas lights t...
Home from work at last, I placed my purse on the kitchen table and went to check the mail. Opening the front door and reaching into the wall mounted mailbox I grab the handful of envelopes and magazines that the mailmen had stuffed hastily inside earlier that afternoon and didn't even bother to shut the box. I wave to the woman walking her basset hound on th...
My roommate Donald was there, sitting at his desk, eating a cheeseburger and watching a movie on his computer. Donald was a fairly large and annoying guy, but he was good at heart so he was tolerable under most circumstances. He was an architecture student like me, so we shared that in common, but otherwise we were completely different people. One of the t...
Growing up in a Midwestern farming community, I was decidedly a tomboy. At least I appeared to be heading in that direction, until puberty changed everything. I wasn't blessed with what you would call classic beauty; not particularly pretty either. However, since my teen years, I've been referred to as attractive. This was due in large part to my well develo...