I had to admit to myself that my neighbor Rick had a truly delightful wife. If one wanted a wife who was better than Jessica, one would be very hard-pressed to find her. It was something thrown up in my face plenty of times, in case I had any doubts on the matter. Granted, they could have been hiding something, but what would that possibly be? Of course, I'm...
Dear readers, I'm sorry for the delay of this chapter, but it turned out that my latest editor is no longer able to work with me. I had no luck so far to find a new editor. Therefore, this is another UNEDITED chapter. Please, don't blame me for any errors. English is not my native language. ***** While the women went to the kitchen mid afternoon to start...
This is a three part story I thought up recently. It reprises Katrina from my "Living With Katrina" series as well as her roommate Jake (Jake is there in chapters 2 and 3). You don't need to know too much about her to understand this story. It can be read independently. The play referred to in this story is Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. As always, thanks...
Sibyl returned as promised; some hours after she left Ilyana to recuperate from her latest ravishment. The Cimmerian found the Zamoran bride, unsurprisingly, in the midst of masturbating her mound. With her slit splayed seductively before the barbarian – Sybil naturally inserted the big toe of her left foot into Ilyana's sopping orifice. She flexed the inser...
She crawled over to him on all fours while he laid back on the plump, cushy couch with his legs up in the air and his asshole winking at her. He rubbed his cock to attention and said 'crawl over her you little bitch and eat my asshole.' She crawled over, her 4-inch high heels clacking on the wood floor beneath her as she crawled. She couldn't take her eyes o...
This is a complete fictional story based on an online conversation I had with a "straight" guy. There's man on man sex, some bondage, water sports, anal, and domination. Pure fiction, so if you're not into any of this stuff, please, don't read it. * "You're rock hard, aren't you," I state. "Yes, I am," you reply, somewhat meekly. "I don't know why I feel...
On Monday evening, John and Jane received an e-mail from the software house they were working for -- it announced that Laura's laundry and Martha's lingerie shop wanted to change accounting application and convert all legacy data within the next tax deadline, which would fall ... the next Monday! "They aren't big shops," Jane noticed, "There shouldn't be mu...
Part 1 A long, busy day for you, you look forward to some rest when you get home. You enter a house that is dark and cool, shades drawn over the windows. You kick off your shoes and discard your socks, confused; you are sure you had left a light on when you left this morning. You go over to turn one on but are stopped as an arm coils around your waist, a ha...
When a woman truly loves a man, there's nothing she wouldn't do for him. I used to think this was a fairy tale. Something people tell themselves to feel better about the state of relationships today. Then I met a big and tall, manly Black guy who swept me off my feet. Jacob Saint-Simon, a Brockton-area Haitian-American State Police Officer, changed my world....
Black men the world over got this nasty habit of walking around like they own the place. Act like they're the toughest guys. Swagger like they've got the biggest dicks. And I both love and hate them for it. My name is Jeannette Saint-Mathieu. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien, in the North side of the Republic of Haiti. I've been living in the...