Marie Lowell Jenkins stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. At the age of forty, she stood five feet ten inches tall, a bit chubby but still attractive. Her hair was short and black, and her skin was light brown. She was still a good-looking African-American woman. Times had been tough on her lately but she was a survivor. She looked at the pict...
This is the story of Robin and Alicia, two girls who I first got to know in college, and who are now thirty-something moms. Nothing ever happened between us in college—the time and place where you would think the good ol' sexual hijinks would take place—but I've been lucky enough to fuck them both in a few absurd situations since then. In fact, it's gotten s...
I was certainly a late bloomer and remember only hitting puberty at 15. I was educated in a tough all boys school and was one of the shortest in my class, until that surge of testosterone kicked in. I suddenly began to take notice of the pretty girls at the convent school not far from our boys' school. It however wasn't until I got into college that I mana...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...
Book One She didn't want big tits. Her figure, just as she was, seemed perfect for the life she led. Sarah had no use for the great globes of jiggling mammary that those sluts in the magazine had possessed. The discovery of the hidden magazine stash while cleaning had come as a blow to her, as slap in the face! Yet...also a reminder... Sarah clicked her tu...
(Part Two of Red Ribbons) "Fuck! God damn it!" Karen Jones slammed the phone down, shattering the earpiece. "What, what's the matter?" Elliot, her husband, slid into the kitchen still wearing his socks. "That bitch Kimi just quit, and isn't coming!" Her glasses started to steam as she ranted. "It's a good thing no one else could make it," her rage turned...
Chapter 11 Dave's training continues For my second week of training I was to meet with Jessica for two hours a day. She was going to teach me the finer points of maid service. This included how to function at a party or formal dinner, proper etiquette, and how to dress properly. It was similar to attending a finishing school for young women. I still had my...
As I held my wife's pale delicate hand, she slowly opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile. "How ya feelin' babe?" I asked Beth's body was gaunt and terribly thin; her beautiful brown hair a memory. Although she endured the second round of chemotherapy with stoic courage, the oncologist was doubtful that it would have any effect on the rapidly advancing...
My wife Amy and I met in college, at a house party hosted by a friend of mine. We ran in different circles in our small liberal arts school, and had run into each other a few times prior, but that party was the first time we had spent significant time together, the first time we had the opportunity to get to know one another. There was an immediate spark, an...
He was young, Rochelle thought. Younger than anyone she would go with. Tall with lean muscles, reddish blonde hair cut short and spiky. He drove a black Ford Mustang with a broad yellow racing stripe down the sides and from the rearview widow hung a graduation tassel bearing the year 2002. In her mind he was old enough to play, but too young to play with. Bu...