Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2012 Thank you for reading. A special thanks to Bill, Michael, Lewis, Cassandra and Elliot for editing, reading and commenting to make this tale that much better. Chapter 26: A minor inconvenience Three weeks after Solvang... Diego Gonzalez casually strolled down the hallway, a bag of chips in one hand and...
I'd forgotten what it felt like to share my space. Not that I lived with someone. No, I cohabited with a something, a thing that ran my life. Every fucking moment of it. It wasn't bad that he did, which was the bitch of the situation. My life never ran smoother. I ate regularly and got more sleep. People complimented my appearance more, and I became more p...
Chapter 10 Frieda sighed in frustration as she looked at the papers lying on her desk. Chris needed to sign them, and she was not sure when he was coming in. these papers had to be handed in tomorrow. She had no choice left but to take the papers to Chris's house and get them signed there. However, she did not want to go to his house. She did not want to...
In my early 30s I took a teaching job at a language school in Athens. I wanted to do some travelling, so I bought a car, a cute little Fiat Punto. And I met Aphrodite (her real name). She was one of my adult students, in her mid-20s, a civil engineer who needed to improve her English to get a better job as a bridge inspector (or something like that). She liv...
The drive back to the Palace didn’t take long, even creeping through the narrow streets around the souk. I held myself stiffly, fighting the sexual tension that simmered in my belly and still-warm bottom. Adrian, infuriating man, lounged in his corner watching me like a cat at a mouse hole. Once he even stroked himself through the thin silk of his loose draw...
Taken from Ch. 04 ". . .I am currently between lovers," she answered and made sure no one but her husband heard her. She laughed for the crowd and stuck out her tongue in hopes all thought her dashing love had teased her unmercifully. His brow rose and he smirked. "Then may I steer you toward one?" he chuckled at her low throaty growl of "bastard." "I...
I was twenty-nine years old. It seems young to me now. I don't think I've ever felt more on top of the world than I did at that age. The events of September 1st and 4th of 1995 were as in keeping with this state of mind as anything could be. There is a beautiful mall in Georgetown, a premiere shopping district in Washington D.C.. I was wandering through an...
Dylan Raport drove his beat up Honda up the sprawling driveway. Parking out front of the affluent house, he got out and knocked on the door. A well-dressed middle aged man with salt and peppered hair answered the door. "Come in. You must be Dylan," the man said, stepping aside to let him in. "Thank you," Dylan replied, stepping into the spacious estate. "...
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