My name is Mary Virginia Rosenthal. I live in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby but still pretty, with reddish brown hair, light bronze skin and pale brown eyes. My family is a veritable blend of ethnicities. My grandfather Hansel Rosenthal was a Jew from the Heidelberg region of Germany...
This is my first attempt at a story, so please let me know what you think of it. Sadly, it is a work of fiction. (C) 2000, Henry Wilcox Permission to post this on the internet is granted, provided this notice is left attached. * It was the office Christmas party. The company had hired out a hotel and conference centre for us to use, and had organised an e...
Dating Sean was exciting. He was a sports manager for a pro team. He would swoop in and out of my life and keep me on my toes. Unlike his team, Sean spent most nights away on the phone with me. After the typical conversation and catch up we would fall into sex talk and end each night with rearing orgasms brought on by wicked naughty phone sex. One night...
Phil Styvers was a second semester freshman attending college on a journalism scholarship. By a combination of good luck and talent, he found himself regarded as the college's star sports reporter, resulting in invitations to most if not all of the Greek organizations' weekend affairs, even though he had turned down a number of invitations to join the frater...
"LISA, you'd better have that page made up for me by the end of the day or there'll be trouble my girl. It has to go in tonight otherwise everything will get out of sequence, and that will be disastrous!" Jackie Palmer, the editor of Tops and Bottoms, a glossy lingerie magazine for the modern woman, glared as she ripped into me like some bullying headmistre...
Rose Lloyd sat on the bed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. At the age of twenty, she stood five feet eight ten tall, somewhat plump but still pretty, with short hair, dark brown skin and pale bronze eyes. This gal was seriously bored out of her mind. Recently, she had been in a slump. All work and no play can give a black girl the blues. Life in col...
13 The Birthday Present Carmel stepped out of her Lexus and considered her profile in the reflection from the car window. The dark blue bikini showed beneath the white patterned smock and she turned to study her backside. She knew she would be compared to the whores from The Foundation, and reached into her bag for her mirror and a last inspection of her ey...
Every man should have a fuck buddy and mine is a fucking beauty. Betty is forty-two with wavy black hair. A little on the chubby side and with a fashion sense that would have made her grandma proud. Never the less she looked alright, most people would have thought of her as being pretty not a glamor but pretty enough. Her best features are her massive tits w...
So far Sarah had been distinctly unimpressed by this year's offerings at the festival, as a junior reviewer she was often forced to sit through hours of dreadful student productions of Shakespeare or endless 'experimental theatre' but at least in previous years she had been able to relieve the tedium with a good shag at the end of the day, the two occasions...
Jamie didn't know what was coming, but the Sissy Slave Slut was excited all the same. Anticipation blends well with adoration. While waiting to see what Madam would do, he knew that whatever it was, he would adore Madam even more as he knew she would do so with care. She was going to want his very best behavior and he knew he would comply. The written instr...