Roxanne swore she could hear the faint sounds of mattress springs grinding upstairs just as she descended the final step into the living room. "You're just hearing things," an inner voice soothingly lied. "You know exactly what's about to happen up there," a truthful voice quickly reminded. Ringing her hands together as she approached the sleeping black t...
Guys, I have a problem. I have a thing for older White ladies with big butts. I don't remember exactly when I realized this, but it thoroughly creeps me out. What kind of pervert lusts after someone's grandma? Try as I might, I couldn't get rid of these forbidden sexual feelings. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Sylvester Saint-Mathieu. I wa...
Her name was Casey Fernandez. She was 34, shoulder-length hair the colour and sheen of a horse-chestnut fresh from its case, deep dark eyes, high cheek bones, a mouth that promised much and (as I discovered) delivered more. We were not exactly living together all the time, which explains how it came about that we had been fucking several times a week for mor...
Not too long ago, the television network I work for as a camera man, sponsored a week long, all expenses paid cruise for all it's New York employees and their spouses. For seven days and nights, this single guy not only got to socialize with all the network big-wigs, I also got to have a drink or two with some of the biggest stars on television, and I'm not...
Very often I have been asked by my dear readers (thank you) for translations of my german stories (which are the much longer ones, as it is my native language). It´s a real pity that my english is not good enough to do that, and it would also be to time consuming (I prefer to write new stories, as this is much nicer…). Anyway thanks for your interest. As a l...
That same Saturday, Lisbeth and Grace were excused from the standard sport activity. Rose had decided it was better to keep the two sophomores separate from their peers. They didn't need the pressure of expectation from the other students. Besides, they had to be prepared to serve at the party that evening. In the afternoon, both the pupils were taken away...
Life is hell and then you die. That's my outlook on things most of the time, and it's got to change. My name is Timothy Joseph. Friends call me T.J. I'm a big and tall, dark-skinned and rugged young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Every day, I'm basically trying to make it in this life. I work as a security guard a...
"I'll take my coffee on the terrace thank you Brabinger" "Very well Lady Archer" Lady Helen Archer stood politely as the waiter moved her chair discreetly back allowing her to depart from her table. It was Tuesday and the country club was full of the usual suspects. She counted three Earls, a Duke and at least four Mistress's as she made her way to the ter...
For Alice & Jemma....I haven't stopped and this was earlier rejected due to some underage content that I thought went with the period in question. C'est La Vie. * * * * * Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against one of the soaring columns of the Earl of Landsdown's massive ballroom eyeing the crowded dance floor. Tall, dark, arrogantly...
Tara couldn't believe her luck. Mrs. Samson, one of her mom's lady friends, was leaving to go out of the country and had asked if Tara wanted to house sit for two weeks. Tara, who had just turned eighteen and was heading off to college in the fall, jumped at the chance. All she had to do was to take care of the pets and sign for any packages that came and sh...