It's mid afternoon and I stand at my kitchen window watching the young man work in my garden. There are certain advantages to having a great deal of money. Indulging my hobbies is one of them. My husband is rarely home. Wife seems to be my job description. Viewed that way as much by me as my husband. Somewhere around year two, when I complained of missing hi...
I never knew Momma. From the stories I heard she wasn't much; poor white trash, dirty blond hair (the color, not hygiene), plain features, a bit on the short side. What there was of her looked tired and much older than her 19 years. There was an old newspaper photo of her, but it was lost due to age and handling. Her Daddy was a mean old man who hated every...
1 Fingers splayed as I put her palms against the glass, stoking my burning need to touch her, into urgency. I pressed my chest against her back as I cup hers with one hand while the other holds the heat between her legs. We are so close to the same height that it enables me to completely enclose her body to mine. In this position it felt like her body was m...
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Chapter One It was now the end of October and Halloween was fast upon us. It fell on Thursday that year and all of the Halloween parties I was invited to were to be held on Friday evening. I suddenly seemed to be very popular. I wonder why? Mwahaha! Since I had been invited to so many of them, and had also been told I could bring whoever I wanted to the pa...
You've come home from work on your break for lunch, and are making yourself a sandwich. You pour yourself some iced tea and take the sandwich on a plate to the bedroom. I tell you that we have fresh cherries, and give you some to eat. You grudgingly take a few and eat them between mouthfuls of sandwich. I want to talk but you don't seem to be in the mood for...
I'm a woman. Yes, I'm also married. No, I am not going to tell you the only man I fuck is my husband. NO, I don't ask you to judge me. Just read, enjoy, and realise that in my stories I leave out the boring details like putting on condoms, washing up, etc, etc. If you like the story, please leave a comment. If you don't, that's ok too. However... Please, if...
This is part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the rest, I highly recommend you go back and read the rest of the series. We'll still be here when you get back:) Alternate title: long live the fucking king Short chapter this week, just needed to collect the kids and get them on the road. A bit more lore, a bit more world build...
Camille Charmane Jackson was the name given to me by my dear mother. I later had my last name legally changed and took my father's name. I was born in 1937, in my parent's house in the northeastern coastal region of Florida. My father was a white businessman and my mother his black lover. Our lives were strange to say the least. Mama lived with my father and...
I lay in the grass with Retta for quite a while afterward, resting. That was probably the longest uninterrupted sex session of my life. Which, admittedly, was because my penis was stuck in her vagina. Which was a bit weird. Retta was a beautiful girl - blonde, curvy, with this sort of luscious and soft look to her. And she was laying naked in the sun witho...