This is the continuing story of a white wife and different men, most of them black. If you don't like interracial relations, don't force yourself to read it. If you do enjoy the story, please be one of the one-percent of readers who take a second to vote. Your comments and feedback are always welcome, although I can't always respond for privacy purposes. So...
The annoying chirp of my alarm was going off. I tensed as I felt fingertips drag along my torso. I opened my eyes. God, how could she be this beautiful so early in the morning? She stood over me smiling, fully dressed in black jeans and t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a puffy ponytail. "Time to get up lazy bones, we have to be at the airport in an...
Author's note: Sorry for the long break in this series! I really like Joel and Amanda, and so I don't want to steer them wrong. All of the feedback---comments, PMs, even emails (and a couple very sexy attachments)---have reminded me that other people like them too. Quick refresher: these former best friends are now lovers. Very foul-mouthed lovers. And both...
- "I want to ask Tanya out." I said. - "Why don't you?" said Nathan. - "What if she says no? I don't want to fuck up our D&D group. That could make things really awkward." "I have to ask her out without letting it be obvious that it's a date." I said. - "How are you going to do that?" he asked. - "Very carefully." *** - "Nate, I've got two...
Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker is total fiction, even most places. All sexual actors are over 18 and avoid condoms. Tags: clusterfuck, multiracial, bisexual, pregnant, photography, steam engine, Rancho Relaxo, temperature. If you object to any such, stop reading. Details may be incorrect. Views expressed may not be the author's. Read the first two chapter...
Monday we drove to Minneapolis. I ask Britt if she'd like to drive since we were taking her car. "Nope, I get to sit in the wifey seat while my hubby drives, just like I always dreamed it would be." We checked into the airport Hilton. Britt was blown away by the luxury of the room. For supper I took Britt to a restaurant in the downtown area of Minneapol...
The wager was made after several rounds of whiskey. It was a serious bet made after our protagonist asked for an up or down vote on the "fuckability" of various women colleagues. Thumbs up, thumbs down. There was no office slut as such, but there were the flirty ones, the busty ones, the long-legged short-skirted ones. There were a few disagreements, voices...
01: Call Me, Maybe Call me Zack. It's not my name, you're not my friend, this never happened. Okay, foreplay over, here's the thing. I do not know how to explain this. Maybe, if you pay attention till the end, you will. I'm not holding my breath. Not this time, anyway. So, it starts in an irrelevant city on the West Coast. I was a barista, working for a c...
In my first few years after college, when I was finally living my dream of working and living in the city, I bounced around a lot between different apartments, always "leveling up" into places that were somehow both nicer and more affordable than the previous one. The best one of those without question was the sublet I practically stole from my college frien...
Note: This is the second installment in a long story about 5 couples that decide to make an adult film together and then have to deal with all of the issues that the project creates. There will be an accompanying story called "The Beach House" that is supposed to be the movie that these 5 couples create. The different sections of this story won't make much...