= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories...
She was sitting at a small table in the dark, loud, smoky bar that she had shyly walked into. Nursing a glass of Pepsi, she looked around through her eyelashes, wondering if the person she was supposed to meet was there. No one was walking toward her though. So she just sat there, both hands wrapped around her glass, back stiff, not making eye contact with a...
Author's Note: This is the follow-up encounter between Kavitha and Jamal promised at the end of "Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam" and "My Humiliating Immigration Exam." While this story can be read on its own, it references characters from these stories as well as from "Mom, Medical School, and Dr. Jamal." All the kids had left for the day, and I was in...
It had been several weeks since my wife Pat and I had heard from the Boss. As you may know the "Boss" is the only name that we had for the leader of a gang of black thugs that had been using us for their sexual pleasure and profit for a few months. During that time Patricia and I had been forced into a number of different sexual encounters with the Boss and...
Prologue My name is Xenia, a wife and a mother of 2 children. I am a real estate agent, I manage rental properties and dealing with tenants and landlords. I was a devoted Christian and married to Gab, my husband for 15 years. I am the dominant one in this marriage. Everyone around us knows I am the one wearing the pants around the house. Gab runs his own t...
It was a seedy watering hole down by the tracks; the kinda place with lukewarm beer and watered down liquor. But Monday nights? It was standing room only on Monday nights! Mondays was when Spade and his pretty wife would come in... She'd lead him over to the piano and have him play the blues while she sang...and stripped...and gave blowjobs to all the cops...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Forty-five year old Patrica Wilson was laid to rest on a beautiful fall day. The cancer that took her life at least was merciful taking only three months from diagnosis to her being with the Lord. During the grave side service her husband, Rob, and their petite twenty year old dau...
"Have you ever slept with guys?" asked Jane as she admired Letitia's body from the far side of the small changing room. The sister of Oscar had become a good friend, as well as a lover, in the week since she had caught Jane in naked in her bedroom. "No, never seen a need to," admitted Letitia as she pushed down the small mini skirt that she was wearing to...
I was devastated by the sudden presence of the young black stud at our front door. After I finished relieving myself, I walked out of the bathroom with the front of pants partially wet. I looked over to my wife, Julie, who was still passed out cold on the bed. Numerous black ink spade stamps were strategically placed all over her body and face, and they we...
Standing in the shower, watering cascading down her back as she rinses the shampoo from her hair, the anticipation of what's ahead makes the butterflies in her stomach wrench up a notch and the throbbing between her legs increase from the gentle rhythm it has sat at all day to the next level. Pouring gel onto the sponge she slowly sponges her body, her mind...