This is what I believed to be a true story of e-mails that passed back and forth between a black man who was a friend with a white guy that wanted to see his white wife get fucked by another man. As it turned out his wife and he talked about it one night and she told him she had always had this fantasy of fucking a black guy. So if they were going to try the...
Brad sat on the floor in his darkened room. Across the narrow side yard that separated their houses, the sheer curtains in Ann's room were not quite closed, and the light in her room made them almost transparent. Brad waited, patiently. A few minutes later he was rewarded, as Ann stepped out of her bathroom, toweling her short brown hair dry. Naked, she wal...
The next day after having sex in the hot tub, I wasn't sure what to expect. Tara was picked up for school like nothing had happened. I was expecting some kind of communication one way or another about the events of the previous night, but none came. I was really confused about my own feelings and was having a hard time figuring out how Felicia felt. Did I pu...
Part 3 - Taking In Strays Chapter 7 - Checking on Jeremy As Las Vegas faded into the distance, I felt a strange sense of calm. Kate and I had just finished ten days of romance with an incredible wedding in an auto shop. After she was rescued from the diner on old Route 66, we agreed to take our lives one day at a time. And here we were, headed to our next...
November had come to the upper Midwest. That meant the long evenings, neighbors hanging out outdoors, barbecues in the back yard, and casual conversations with people walking their dogs on warm evenings after work- all that was long over. Now, darkness came fast, and the nights were cold and long. The air smelled not of the fragrant smoke of barbecues, but r...
1. "Interesting showerhead," he had just muttered to himself. And it was. It was two showerheads, actually; turning a spigot by the main outflow would divert the surprisingly powerful stream to the shower-massage hose and wand at the opposite end. And the tub was huge. He had decided that his hostess was quite the sybarite when the lights went out. The bat...
I'm Eric Jensen. I'm 39 years old. I stand 6' 2" and weigh around 210 pounds. I graduates from college with a bachelors degree in both computer science and business administration. I am the proud owner, CEO and Chairman of the Board of Computer Solutions. Simply, we write and sell software packages. We have packages for anyone from a Mom and Pop store to m...
CHAPTER 4 During dinner Gran said, "I'm be ready for you to paint a cover for my book Carlson." "Great, I said I'd do that for you. What do you suggest?" "A representation of me riding in a gondola or perhaps of me skiing in the French Alps." "Do that for an inside illustration but for the cover I want something else." "That's fine dear, I'm guided by y...
Karen Sather had heard the stories about the man who lived down the road, and if half of them were true the burly old guy was a real pervert, but Karen took the stories that spread through the town of Forestport with a grain of salt. After all, according to gossip it was common knowledge that Karen was a slut all through high school even though she was a vi...
Foreword: The first profitable mass literature in America arrived in 1860 when the dime novel (AKA Penny Dreadfuls in England) appeared.. With America's and indeed much of the world's attention focused on the Wild, Wild West, and the Civil War, these cheap books became a sensation very quickly. Popular authors were Buntline, Ellis, Ingraham and Wheeler. With...