Kess woke to the sound of fucking. Voices she did not recognize grunted and squealed in a syncopated rhythm. The former, masculine. The latter, fake. Porn, she surmised as her whereabouts swam into consciousness mere moments before her disappointment overtook all other sensation, making her eyes again sting with tears. * * * * For weeks, she'd looked forw...
Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by, music is playing in the background as You lightly rest your fingers on the icy pane. You are oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain and music. I silently come up behind you and caress your throat as I bring my dark body close against you. You lean your head back against me as my fingers ru...
Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by, music is playing in the background as You lightly rest your fingers on the icy pane. You are oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain and music. I silently come up behind you and caress your throat as I bring my body close against you. You lean your head back against me as my fingers run dow...
He kisses my neck, then whispers in my ear... "Go to the bathroom and take off your panties." I smile and nod, eager to be rid of the thin fabric riding between my wet pussy lips. I excuse myself from the table and dash off to the bathroom. Entering the stall, I click the lock and hike my skirt up. My fingers reach inside the corners at my hips and slowly...
Marion O'Neill is a newcomer to Brownstone University, a historically Black school located in South Lancaster, Massachusetts. Born in the environs of Galway, Ireland, and raised in Missouri, Marion has a lot to learn about the African American experience. As a teacher at a historically Black school, Marion has to get over her White privilege and try to conne...
Sophia's phone vibrated and pinged, announcing the arrival of a text message. She groped around in the depths her duffle bag and plucked out her treasured iPhone. She quickly swiped the screen right to see if it was indeed the message she was hoping for. Bingo! Come to my office at 1pm prompt no one will be here and we can spend some you and me time. S...
Chapter 4: The Voyage 'Twas a beautiful day for sailing with a sky so cloudlessly clear and a wind that blew just enough of a breeze to keep the sails puffed and the ship moving forward at a brisk pace. The blueness of the clear skies made Allison feel that nothing could be wrong and that life was truly wonderful. Only, Hazel's words haunted her echoing the...
She wandered through the garden, breathing in the beauty surrounding her. How she loved to come here, be engulfed by nature’s canvas and filled by the sound of its music. This was Marie’s favorite escape from the turmoil and tensions of everyday life. Her flowing white skirt brushed against her silky legs as she slowly traveled the rows of roses. Every so of...
Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by. Music playing in the background as I lightly rest my fingers on the icy pane. I am oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain and music. You silently come up behind me and caress my throat as you bring your body close against me. I lean my head back against you as your fingers run down my thr...
My experience with Ms Alex Nguyen was stuck in the back of my mind whenever I would go to play tennis. Connie and Debbie had warned me about Alex but I figured I had her measure.... Well, I did, but only just. Each time I played a game I could see Alex watching from her top floor window, not that it was making me nervous or anything, but it just seemed a li...