Finding Mistress Arlene soppingwetpanties 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 characters are 18 y...
Author's Note: The originator of the Peggy Sanford stories, Pegg46, had extended an invitation to anyone to continue or add to her stories. She also wrote that she especially enjoys stories where the author becomes her and writes in the first person point of view. I must admit I also enjoy reading and writing that type of story. My plan was to continue with...
New Orleans conjures many fond memories for Jennifer. Her first time partying in the French Quarter ended with her riding the biggest chocolate cock she's ever seen. Never before had she cum so many times with such force; she squirted everywhere, soaking her enormous lover. Alas, her time in heaven ended the next morning when she returned to Nashville. In N...
The first time I ran into my cousin Sammy Charles, I didn't recognize her. I was visiting my family members in Orleans, Ontario, but I lived in the town of Nepean at the time. The slim, dark-skinned young Black woman with the braids came to the door and gazed at me curiously. I stood there, big and tall and Black. The name is Thomas Jean. My friends and fami...
It was a nasty business, and he was a nasty man. He was short, fat and sloppy and he sprayed spittle when he talked. I didn't like him, and I didn't like what he did for a living or what he stood for. If I controlled the law firm where I worked, I would not have him as a client, but the senior partners over ruled me and there I was, in my first year as a pra...
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 characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. This story c...
I am a voracious reader, and having a local bookstore fifteen minutes outside of my home is well a curse; good curse, but a curse. As I was hunting around for something new to peruse, I found an author by the name of Poppy Z. Brite. She is a New Orleans native, and tends to write in the horror vein, however, many of her books are also very homo erotic, or j...
Chapter 03 The gentlemen of New Orleans disport themselves at a pique-nique The August sun blazed down on the porch. I sat in the shade, surveying Parcbeau, the plantation of my ancestors and now my care. Last winter's ice, carefully hoarded in the icehouse, tinkled in my glass and brought some welcome relief to the heat. I mopped my brow with a silk handk...
As our trip to New Orleans gets closer, I get more and more excited, scared, anxious, and numerous other emotions running through my head. We have been talking about New Orleans since the first day we met, and it is hard to believe that that time is right around the corner. I expect our time there to be full of many firsts. We will meet in the airport, rid...
It's taken me a long time to make my confession. I am 34 years old. I am ordinary in most ways that you would notice or probably care about. My name is Nina. That's not my given name. I live in New Orleans now. I was born in a small, poor town in Arkansas, and then lived in a few places around the same State. I finally came to the Big Easy two years ago. O...