My name is James Nazarene. I'm a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. I moved to America from the Republic of Haiti a few years ago. Recently, I graduated from Northeastern University with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice. Someday soon, I'm going to be a police officer. I've already gotten accepted into the Boston Police Academy. I know...
Denise Noe: How do the two of you feel about your popular incarnations, taken as a whole? Do you like the fictional Count Dracula, or do you dislike him? Your Ladyship? Elizabeth Báthory: I've always felt close to Count Dracula. He had style. Whisking in and out of people's lives, the big dramatic cape, showing off that gleaming smile. A charming fellow. He...
"It's the terror of knowing What this world is about Watching some good friends Screaming, 'Let me out!' " ― Queen and David Bowie Licking sweaty housewife pussy in a room at New York New York, you watch the hotel's roller coaster jump its tracks and catapult into Las Vegas Boulevard. Destroying your rigid cock on the cervix of somebody else's girlfrien...
Delores sat on her office couch, stroking her pussy, red fingernails languidly slipping through the blond fur. Her full red lips bent in a frown, and said, "I'm not putting that in my mouth after it's been in your pants all day." "Suit yourself." Dirk popped the wintergreen mint into his own mouth. "My pants are clean." He pointed at her lap, "Cleaner tha...
(Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) In hindsight, like all stupid ideas it seemed like a good one at the time; but then, so did the Tuskegee experiments. "If you could do it to poor niggers, spics, and retards you can do it to anyone," so the head of the Project said. Of course he was the type of person to say those things. He came from a long line o...
I had worked for this company for almost 6 months, and I'd never felt as invisible as I felt now. I worked as a receptionist for a medium sized business. Answering phones, sorting mail and copying documents didn't sound too glamorous and it wasn't, but it paid the bills and gave me the flexibility to come and go, and the insurance that I needed for being a s...
A husband wants to know where all the white women in his conservative suburban town really go at night (NOT knitting circles and gin rummy!) * Rick's wife Dina goes out nights and doesn't come back until late - looking disheveled. She says she's going to crochet and knitting circles or Tupperware parties or girl movie night or scrapbooking or Oprah book cl...
**Please note that this story doesn't contain much sex. It's the idea that's supposed to be erotic. So if you're looking for a lot of explicit raunch, this ain't for you.** * He'd vacuum their place when she was at work. And then there was the cooking, the cleaning, the washing, grocery shopping. He didn't mind any of it -- in fact, he was glad to do it. D...
As Candy and Ben calm down, Nikki walks over. "That was the hottest fuck I've never been a part of," Nikki says. Candy glances up, still lost in her post-climatic splendor, pulls Nikki's face to hers, and french kisses her. "How long have you been standing there?" Candy smiles. "Long enough to cum twice," Nikki laughs as she gives her slick fingers t...
It was very painful, lying in bed with massive bruises and swollen joints. I was returning to my hometown and got rear-ended by a drunk driver. I travel a lot; it is part of the job. I'm very restless. I’d been in bed for two days and it was driving me nuts. There is only so much Oprah that any intelligent person can stand before totally losing contact with...