My name is Janice Ellery Bronson and I am a six-foot-tall, plump, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, green-eyed and blonde-haired Irishwoman living in the city of Bangor, Maine. By day, I work as a field researcher and assistant for one of the city's most respected attorneys. Who is this attorney? My beloved husband Thaddeus Bronson of course. He's a six-foot-tal...
"Honey," my wife Cindy said, smiling, "did you have a good time last night?" Stretched out on the bed in the morning sun I recalled the events of the evening before. A vision of Cindy repeatedly fucked by five black NFL bulls rose before me. I remembered lying underneath my wife, my nose not an inch away from a meaty black prick shoved up her dripping vagin...
Author's Note: For years I've tried—in every possible way that I can think of—to persuade my wife to cuckold me... preferably with a black lover. But she insists (and I've come to accept) that it's just never gonna happen. Not in real life. But! My wife does like when I tell her a story about her being with a dominant black bull (if by "like" one means "r...
As a young Assistant Program Director for the Botanical Gardens in our city, I arranged to have a choral group from a Lutheran college sing on Christmas Eve. It was at that event when I first met my wife-to-be. Her beauty struck me. She was lead singer for the choir and had a lovely voice. We talked after the performance and she agreed to meet me for breakfa...
Thanks coloryourworld for the edit... ===================== "Spaghetti with meatballs. Something is not right." Not bothering to look up and completely ignoring the comment, Samantha Morris continued grating cheese on her pasta. "Want some?" "Maybe later," her roommate replied, sitting on one of the four kitchen stools attached to the breakfast bar and e...
"You smell like roses." Those were the first words that Brad said to me when I met him. I had known him for almost four months at that time but our "relationship", if that was the word for it, had been limited to phone calls, e-mails, and the occasional meeting/conference. It came to me that he possessed the kind of dry humor that appealed to me. The first...
Chapter 17 - Mr. Schmidt Cecilia was so busy during the month of November that she did not realize how quickly the days were speeding by. Thanksgiving week came, along with the chaos of hundreds of freshmen trying to get out of Huntington Hall to see their families. Mike and Lisa left early in the week to travel to California, flying out for a rather franti...
Author's Note: I'm so sorry that it took me quite a few months to post this chapter. I know it's quite short, but I'm already sending chapter nine to my editor. I should have the story up by next week. Enjoy! BeastLover18 **** "You guys okay?" Shelly asked without looking up as Hades and Claire walked arm in arm back into Round Table. "We're great,"...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] C and C (Carl and Candy, née Candace) were at their traditional seats in the pew, front and center. The church service went well; no one had nodded off to sleep and most everyone was there in spite of the important NFL playoff game set for one hour later. It appears the ch...
Sometimes, I just got to get myself some solace. A respite from life's problems, you know? I was walking around the fields, being an unemployed farmer whose farm got taken in by some big industrial complex. Just a tall, heavyset Black man living in rural Georgia, circa 1970. My name is Jack Bradford. I was once a student at the University of Georgia. I playe...