Pat walked carefully through the wooded area. All his senses were fully alert. The ground was covered with dry leaves twigs and dead foliage. It was impossible to walk silently. Each footstep resulted in the crackle of dry material. It appeared to Pat that the area had not had a fire in several years. Fires on an almost yearly basis ravaged most areas in th...
INTRODUCTION TO READERS WET ENCOUNTERS is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century. It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodw...
Pamela loved the plan. In fact, if she and Hal got caught by her husband, Chet, she'd probably love it all the more. She wanted Hal, but she also wanted Chet to know that he'd been cuckolded and both that he wouldn't blame her for it and couldn't do a thing about it. The opportunity for the perfect act of adultery arose with the garden club's plan for the H...
Right now, I'm having the time of my life. What am I doing? Introducing a strong, mature Black woman named Mathilda Jean to the joys of Race Play and Interracial Lesbian BDSM. It's what she wants, deep down. That's why I've got her on all fours, face down and ass up, as I spank her big Black ass. My name is Joy O'Shea and this here is my story. I'm a five-fo...
Right now, I'm lying on my back and I'm getting fucked in the ass by a chubby, fifty-something white woman named Doris Danes. A weird position for a big and tall Black guy to find himself in, don't you think? My name is James Elroy Atman. I'm a twenty-year-old Jamaican student at Carleton University in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario in the Confedera...
***This is an Antebellum story*** The cold air whipped through the cracks of the door and small openings in the tiny cabin. The fire was going dead and adding more wood to it seemed futile as Abigail knew it was her last moments in the cabin she had called home. It was the only cabin she knew in her life other than her mother's cabin, and now it would soon...
It is 1823. Master James is the owner of a large plantation in Virginia. His beloved wife died in childbirth years earlier, so he spends his time fucking his slavegirls. My name is Cecily and I am one of them. He acquired me two years ago to be his personal house slave. As usual I await Master's return home for the evening. I have made sure that I am fully...
We brought some lunch back in by the fireplace and ate with me sitting on the floor and Judy sitting on my lap. Of course we were both still naked. I was coming to find - and I think Judy was also - that spending the weekend naked was great. Neither of us had ever spent a long time at a stretch in the nude, but now we hadn't worn anything since Friday aftern...
"Hey Preacher," the voice coming from the phone shocked me. No one had called me that since my last days in Vietnam. Four years at home and still trying to get past those days. "Jim you son of a bitch, I almost didn't recognize your voice." He had to know that it was a lie. Not more than a dozen people in the whole world knew me by that name. "What the hell...
The reception was held at a nearby plantation restored to its original charm. Horse-drawn carriages brought honored guests to the front stairs, where an equally debonair gentleman promptly escorted each elegantly dressed woman to the ballroom. The plantation owner saw her from across the marble floored room, the chandeliers setting her auburn hair brilliant...