The name is Jamal Joseph Williamson. I'm a six-foot-two, lean, broad-shouldered and athletic man with caramel-colored skin and sharp, handsome features. I've always been good-looking and the way I see it, it's a kind of power. Ever see someone beautiful walking down the street? People can't help but look at them. That is power, my friend. It's a power that w...
The day had been a good one so far, at least in Jon's opinion. Going to the all-day street festival downtown was one of the better ideas he'd come up with for spending time with Mamie, he thought, though he'd probably never admit that to her. They had been dating for a little over three months and things had grown steadily between them from the start. Frie...
Teresa and I had been invited to my friends evening wedding reception. I had been looking forward to this night for some time and we'd even come home from holiday earlier in order to go. It was a chance to see some old mates I'd not seen for a couple of years since Sturmey shut its gates for the last time. A chance to see how people had changed and adapted t...
So there we were in the big city, not knowing what would befall us before the night was over. It was a warm day sightseeing and after a nice restaurant meal, we did not want to end the day. We decided to hit a nearby lounge. The place had a nice mixture of men and women, both whites and blacks. We went in and ordered a couple of drinks and danced a couple o...
You let me know that you are going to go out for a couple of drinks with people from work and wouldn't be too late. There are only four of you and you sit and have a couple drinks. There are quite a few people in the bar and the music's good. People are dancing and having a good time. While you're sitting there, a guy comes up and asks you to dance. You te...
It would be over a 4 hour drive for both of us but she agreed to meet with me. It all started simple enough with just two random strangers playing a game on line. One thing led to another and chats led to e-mails and e-mails led to pictures. Oh no, not rude and crude naked body pictures but sex kitten head shots that made you want to see more. But Amanda i...
Karen and I were neighbors. She lived in the middle of the street, I lived on the corner. I was separated, and lived in a small home near the wife and kids. Karen had a fantastic smile, short reddish-brown hair, and had kept her figure despite having three kids under ten. Karen's husband John had a sales job that kept him on the road a lot. I had jumped Kare...
It was coming on toward morning again and I knew I had to get out of Julie's bed and deliver the damn newspapers. I rolled over and I must have awakened my sleeping beauty. She sighed and stretched like a cat arching her back, lifting those delicious rosy-tipped tits. I watched her through slitted eyes as she curled down and I felt her fingers gently searchi...
Chapter 3 DOMINANCE This account concerns George, an altogether reasonable man. Reasonably attractive to women, with a reasonably well-paid job in a reasonably profitable, medium sized company. Having been both married and divorced he had spent the previous few years enjoying, to greater and lesser extents, the company and the sharing of beds with upwards...
Damn him! It had been seven months of torture. Of willing myself to let him go. To not want him. Seven months of fantasizing and masturbating to images of his body, memories of how good he felt, how good he smelled and tasted. Seven months of seeing him everyday and forcing myself to sit behind my desk and not throw myself at him. Seven months- and I rememb...