I was just about ready to trust myself again. It had taken time but I was just about over Adam. He'd been my first – my first guy that is – and the whole thing had been risky. I was his 34 year old teacher, and he my 18 year old student. I could have lost my job, and it would've been pointless telling people that he'd seduced me not vice versa. My career wou...
Sometimes, I wonder how common Black kinky folks are. Perhaps my husband Samuel Zenith and I are unicorns. My name is Whitney Felicien-Zenith, and I’m a tall, curvaceous young woman descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eleven, caramel-hued, with light gray eyes and a voluptuous body that is simply to die for. I live in the suburb of Kanat...
Joyce Ch. 01: The Choice Looking back from the vantage point of three score years and ten, one sees many scenarios where an alternative choice of action could have sent events in a completely different direction – maybe for the better and maybe not. I have often thought of what might have happened had I elected to be bolder at certain times. Forty years a...
It started with a phone call one day, I answered my cell phone and heard, “Hi this is Greg from that night in my adult toy store, do you remember me?” I said, “Yeah, I remember, why are you calling me if you don’t mind me asking?” He replied, “I’ve got something set up and I am sending you a package with a credit card and detailed instructions, when you...
CHAPTER 3 The smell of Dannie's pheromones was making me giddy. It had been so long since I had last tastes sissy clitty; too long. My mind flashes back to boarding school, Gloucestershire. I was young, under age by English law. It was just after the summer play, and James had decided we should change costumes; boys wear the Shakespearean dresses of the gir...
When I woke up in the morning you were gone. I took my shower and prepared for the day when I found a note by my cup on the counter. I grabbed the note and shoved it into my bag and then I grabbed my cup before walking out of the door. On my way to work you called my cell and asked what I thought about the note. "Well I was rushing out the door and didn't...
The next day I got in the car to head for work and turned my cell phone on. I had a text message waiting for me from Lauren. The message was short and to the point: "Milking today at 9:00 A.M. Pick me up in front of school. Be on time. Don't forget the gloves and my money!" Oh shit, I thought, how do I get away from work at 9:00 A.M.? I mentally scanned my c...
I'm sure everyone is familiar with the phrase, 'married, but not buried.' As I can personally attest, even the most faithful husband is not blind to the beauty and charms of other women. The engine that drives male lust tends to run on automatic. At the very least, I offer this as some excuse for what I am about to confess. I do have a roving eye, not to me...
Fuck, thought Gavin, another long week over, just 50 minutes on the train and it's two whole days of freedom. Sleep in, stay up late, do whatever I like. Now if only this train trip wasn't so long. Just thinking about taking a quick nap Gavin took a bored glance around the carriage, there was only a few people on the train at this time of night, just as Gav...
This is a sequel to my first story entitled The Day After Her 18th Birthday. It's not necessary to read the first story to understand this one but it might help. It had been a month since Carrie first gave herself to me. We had decided that despite the obvious difficulties we would have in a relationship that we would try it nonetheless. We did all the girl...