When I married Thelma I knew her daddy was rich but I had no idea HOW rich. And actually it wasn’t her daddy. It was her momma that was rich. I also never suspected her momma was a bitch and had schooled her lovely daughter in the fine art of bitchery. Her daughter had decided she wanted me for a husband and she had caught me with an art and skill that few w...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
"Good morning Shithead," enjoined my secretary, Ginger, in a tone that my unerring telepathy told me I had already, or was about to do, something wrong. As if I could give a shit. "Ginger...any mail?" I asked, as I stood in front of her desk and assaulted her inbox. "Nothing important," she answered, "but it's the thirteenth." "Not today," I replied, "ma...
As soon as the limo service was out of sight down my long driveway, Ngobo literally picked me up right below my fat ass, carried me up the few steps to the door, opened it, and into the foyer before letting me down, all the time our mouths locked in a lovely tongue battle. Only this time I kept going down, as in squatting before him in my slutty beige Loubou...
Black Book Diary Entry "What's this?" "It's my final invoice, Mrs. Wainwright." "Final invoice? Do you dare think you're done? Look at this mess. You've ruined my house." "You're going to have to find another contractor to finish the job. I can't work under these abusive conditions. I refuse to put my men through another one of your temper tantrums." "M...
It started simple enough. I heard the Hilton industries were tearing down a local bar I worked at. The bar was being torn down because the brought the mayor. The next day it was somehow claim a disator area when we never had a promblem befor. The mayor was clearly payed off. We started a protest. It haulted the destruction. That was when I met them. The Hilt...
If you have been a follower of the narratives written about me and the Secret Society, then you know a little more than the average story reader about a real organization of black men for black men and about the white women they control as captivates and sex slaves. The response to the earlier Secret Society narratives has proven that many of you want to kno...
(Author's Note: I began writing this story after a role play I began with a friend of mine. After it fell apart, I started to write it out on my own. For those who have been asking, Enslaved to the Mob will be finished *eventually*. For the time being, I'm just not interested and uninspired by it. Thank you all for sticking with me and reading my stories. As...
"Are you sure this makes sense, Jack?" "What are you worrying about, Tristan?" His large muscular friend asked. "We are in the middle of nowhere," Tristan who was much smaller but still in good shape. "We could have hit 3 houses in town, instead of hoping there is stuff here." "Ya, but this rich bitch should have a lot of stuff here. And no cops." The li...
Penelope NOTE: is you just wanna get to the nasty stuff, you can skip the marked-off section that deals with the background and set-up... Disclaimer: nobody in this story is younger than 18 * * * * * The Premise: XXX-Women After founding the original X-Men, Professor X was often found to be missing or believed to be dead or off on some secret mission h...