My name is Kimberly Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. By day, I am a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in the field of criminal justice. At night, I lead a very different life. The things I do at night would absolutely stun the men and women who think they know me. Especially the men...
Note: In the last article I explained the phenomenon of the human senses and how they trigger memory and feelings, and the power of association. There was also a word on the neurological phenomenon Synaesthesia, which formed the basis for these creativity exercises. This article talks about colour and how it affects us on a sensory, instinctual, intuitio...
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I want something. But I don't know what. Do men ever have this problem? Probably not. Ice cream? Pizza? Cookies and milk? Certainly nothing "healthy" for a midnight snack. Of course even though I just spent $150 on groceries, there is nothing in the house to eat. DAMMIT. I'll never get to sleep if I don't find something to rid myself of this craving....
Tony picked up his back pack and slung it over his shoulder. Another day at school was over and it just happened to be Friday. He walked through the hallways and stopped by his locker. Glancing at the mirror he saw one his best friends walk up towards him. "Hey Steve, what's going on?" asked Tony. "Nothing just came by to say hello. I'm afraid I'll be goi...
It was later in the evening. Everyone had gone home and I was alone in the office. Friday and I was getting ready to go out. No reason in particular, just out. I grabbed my kit and went to the can to change. Usually I would go home to change but I was planning to go somewhere near by and wanted to save time. I did a quick tour of the office to make sure ev...
There my fuckable, light brown-haired, 23-year-old wife, Charisse, was on her knees in The Royale Theater. She was skimpily dressed like a slatternly tart and sucking a strange cock like the dirty whore she's been since high school where I'd been one of dozens, maybe 100's of boys to dick her. At the theater that Fri. night, meanwhile, another man roughly d...
Her skin was warm to the touch, much warmer than normal, and her cheeks were flushed. It was obvious she didn't feel well. But that didn't stop her from trying. Melanie had slowly unbuttoned the blouse of her lounging pajamas she had been wearing that evening, revealing her gorgeous breasts one at a time before letting the top slide to the floor. She ran her...
My friends are a wild and crazy bunch. They love to drink and smoke and carry on. Quite a few of them are bikers. I guess I am the oddball of the bunch. Yes I like to party but I don't own a motorcycle and I am on the quiet side. Our friend Ron was throwing a party at his house. A number of us were sitting in the living room having a good time when down the...
It was the worst night of Maddi's life she had been kicked out of her parents and then dumped by her boyfriend; she didn't have her car and didn't have any place to stay. It was 11pm and she decided to lie down on a bench at the park, where she was. Just as she lay down a man walked up to her he was about 6'1 with short light brown hair a beard and a lean mu...