Someone knocked on glass door of the Spade & Archer office. From under his dark brown fedora, Sam Spade pried open one eye then placed the half bottle of Old Sweat Sock in his desk drawer while he shoved the cock he had been stroking back in his pants. Rising, he straightened his trench coat, drawing the belt tight around his waist and tied it in a knot. "Co...
It was eleven-thirty when I woke up again and I heard the sound of Julie in the kitchen. She was pouring herself a glass of orange juice and speaking to someone on her cell phone. At first, it was difficult to make out any of the conversation when I sat up from my laying position on the couch trying to regain consciousness. At the time, Julie was unaware t...
Three weeks ago my life had been altered by 5 black drug dealers. I decided to take a walk in the park after breaking up with my boyfriend and sending him some provocative pictures I had taken with my phone. I was horny when I decided to take a walk minus any underwear. My chosen shorts had rubbed me in all the right places and I decided to pleasure myself...
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...
Young Wife's Interracial Past and Current Needs Some of this story is actually real. I have a passion for this subject and really enjoy reading others stories so I thought I would try my hand at my first story. Please let me know your thoughts :D I have lots more to add to this story in upcoming parts. ***** Chapter 1: Learning the first experience M...
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...
Chapter 8 Who's That Knocking at My Back Door Beth was humming happily as she buzzed around the kitchen. Titus was off somewhere doing errands which bothered her to no end. For the third time that day, she took her phone out and checked his online folder. There were no new porn videos posted since he'd agree to be with Beth exclusively three weeks ago and n...
Embracing diversity takes its toll on a young condo couple Author's note: This story was inspired by the series Black Man One by Weak_White_Wimp. It involves a young white woman and her black neighbor, somewhat similar to two of my previous submissions, Amber's Six Pics and Good Neighbor Sam. As always, your votes are very much appreciated (just click star...
Author's Note: Hey lovelies! What's coming up is more of a mini-chapter than a full-length one. It just made more sense tonally for it to be its own thing since it's mainly backstory with more of a mild horror vibe than an erotic one and squishing it into the rest of the chapter I've been writing felt uncomfortable and has been delaying my posting anything a...