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...
My insecurity continued to grow with each passing day during the next three weeks, as did the insecurities of the other 12 white husbands in our little condo community. Each day during the work week while the husbands worked, the young black stud had all of our wives hanging around him at his soon to be gym. The white wives continued assisting and preparin...
I was just hanging up the dish towel after drying the dinner dishes when I heard the doorbell ring. "Pat can you get that sweetheart?" I yelled to my wife. When there was no answer I hurried to the front door to find a UPS delivery man with a parcel. My errant wife wandered into the den just as I was opening the package. "What's that?" she asked. "I'm not s...
Meet Gianna Stammati, a woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. She was born in the Gallipoli region of Italy, and moved to Canada with her family twenty five years ago. For quite some time, Gianna Stammati has been working for the people of Quebec as a policewoman. A ten-year veteran of the Gatineau Police Force, Gianna has a reputation as a cop who t...
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The black jeep wrangler bounced as it cruised over the causeway. There was a loud HONK and the two women in the jeep jumped. Some college boys in a convertible Mustang moved over into the wrong traffic lane and pulled up beside the jeep. The guy in front made kissing faces at the driver of the jeep. A guy in the back seat, held his thumbs out pointing at him...
Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story, "Natasha's Ploy", so I would recommend that you read that story to familiarise yourself with the premise and background of the story first, before sinking your teeth into this one. ***** Emma slipped her hand into her bra and readjusted her breast so that it sat a bit more comfortably in the cup. She had...
Grateful acknowledgment is given to my dear friend Louise, aka, [email protected], without whose able assistance and keen eye I would never have learned the difference between taut and taunt and a host of other pitfalls for the unlearned. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to persons known or unknown is unintentional. This story was writte...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 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...