Over coffee Sunday morning I knew my problem was eliminated when I yelled at Kara. The tension was gone yet I sighed as my eyes remained focused upon the same black mark on the way. The price was my valued friendship with Kara. Before a raging fire in den I curled up on the sofa. Tears welled up. Much of what was said needed to be said, but said differently...
This is a love story, pure and simple. This first chapter sets the story and its foundation of facts and feelings. While the sexual tension is strong in this chapter, we won't get to the sex until the next chapter. But I think the sex will be fulfilling to all who have the patience to wait. Enjoy the build-up, and feel free to comment. All authors love feedb...
I opened the door to the first of my guests - Michael Cisse and Amanda. Michael was in his late thirties, Nigerian by birth, but has been living in the UK for many years. He ran a successful import/export business, importing Nigerian agricultural product into the UK and exporting British furniture and luxury goods to Nigeria, for the country's growing rich c...
Authors note: So here we go with chapter 3 & I'm afraid this one is a bit shorter. But before we continue Max's adventure I just wanted to thank you all for the positive feed-back both in the comments of my last chapter and via email! Then too, if there are readers familiar with my work on chyoo.com, you may notice I reintroduced ideas from the threads I wro...
This is a story of a vulnerable, very beautiful sexy mother, who is seduced y her son's black friend. Who then realises almost too late what he is, a very powerful bad boy. Lydia frees herself, and falls into the arms of the one true love she didn't know of, her son. * Bradley Kuwambe was in a real good mood, he was getting out of going home for the summe...
Marcus Bleak's Residence, Lindengracht, Amsterdam, Saturday, 05 October, 2052 05:33 Marcus thought the heavy tits of his maid Agnes looked awesome as they bounced up and down inches away from his nose. He was sitting up in bed, his hands on her tiny waist as she straddled him. He watched in fascination as her very wet vagina slid up and down his engorged...
Hello everyone! I'm back (and older, crap)!!! Woulda been back earlier but my bastard internet went spastic!! Anyway, here's a new story that's been jumping about in my head and was meant to be like really short but it seems to be spiraling out of control. So...putting it up and if you want me to continue just say so...if you think it's utter shite and shoul...
"Mendoza is set....Garciaparra waits...here comes the 3-2 pitch....fouled off over the 1st base dug out...its still 3 and 2," the voice of Red Sox play by play man Sean McDonough boomed in his thick New England accent as he called the early May Yankees/Red Sox game. I had just gotten the chance to sit down after a long day of work, taking my son to little...
I stood in front of the mirror, looking over my shoulder, vainly admiring the deep, branded mark on my right buttock. The club's insignia, of a riding crop and the outline of a woman's body. When I touched it, ever so gently, it was still tender, as was the memory of the awful, searing pain off the red-hot iron burning into my delicate flesh. But the memory...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your votes. I met Daniel at a Billy Joel Concert in Central Park two years ago. We were both alone and wandering through the crowd listening to the music. I remember it being so crowded but there were pathways cutout through the crowd to walk and, as if flowing water down a meandering stream, long lines of peopl...