My name is Bianca Sonel Pierre. I'm a young woman of French descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. When I'm not taking business education classes at the Metro Boston Institute of Technology, I'm usually out in the city having some fun like only I can. I've got some time to kill, so I thought we'd get to know each other a little bit. Ever since...
As part of my employer's health plan, we are expected to get a full physical examination from time to time. My time came up, and since I'd only recently relocated to the area and didn't have a regular doctor, I made my appointment with their preferred clinic. It was good timing because it turned out to be a beautiful spring day, and after a long winter coope...
The pavement is wet. The early morning rain cannot wash the sins of a city away; especially the sins that resulted in the murder of Jamie West. Jim stood over the body of his former college lover. For the first time in this whole ordeal he felt sick to his stomach. "Her neck is broken," the ME reported, "but that's not how she died. " "Look here," she cont...
The juggler acknowledged the applause of his exalted audience by bowing deeply in the direction of the High Table. Then he gathered his balls and his torches, from which black wisps of smoke still curled, and left the Great Hall via the long velvet curtain that screened the further archway. The King, muffling a yawn, turned to his left, and whispered to hi...
I don't care whether or not my father will kill me. I am not the type of girl to do what guys want me to do, any guy. I wanted Tequan Hamilton. Being Bianca Martinez, the daughter of Ramon and Lacey Martinez means that I can only date the "adventurous" white boys who ask me out, they are mostly upper class clowns who think that sex with a Latina is as fun an...
What could she say, except it seemed that she has the sexual appetite of several men. The lady just can't get enough. She'd never been one of those women who'd look at men with distaste when they say they feel horny twenty four hours a day. So does she…nothing wrong with that! Opening her e-mails that morning at work, she gave a small grin as she saw his na...
The name is Mitchell Saint James. This here is the story of what I've done. I am a district attorney working for the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A six-foot-one, lean and black-haired, green-eyed Caucasian male of English and Norwegian descent in his early thirties. By day, I lead a normal life in most aspects. Just a single heterosexual white male profe...
The things I do for love, Tyrone Ferguson thought to himself as he marched into the Rexall pharmacy located inside the Billings Bridge Mall and asked the skinny, pale woman behind the counter where he might find some Cotex, his Saudi Arabian girlfriend Amina Alzahrani's favorite tampon brand. The woman smiled knowingly, and pointed to one of the store's vast...
Mrs. Bisby's divorce case was getting uglier all the time. Her husband, Dave, a police officer, was looking for anything her could use to make himself look like less of an ass, and that ended any more late night swims. Her lawyer said she had to avoid anything that even looked improper to maintain the upper hand in any court actions, and with Mr. Bisby's pol...
I've known Helen Blackstone forever. Ever since we were students at Morton Academy, an all-female private school located in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Helen was the six-foot-two, gorgeous Black Amazon-like chick I always admired. She was captain of the women's soccer team at the Morton Academy and one of the toughest women in the universe. I worshi...