I had moved to a neighboring country to attend university, but because I was unable to get into one of the very busy hostels, I was forced to rent a place elsewhere. I was thinking of renting a room on my own, but disliked the idea of staying with a whole house full of strangers, and I couldn't afford to rent an entire house on my own, so frankly, I was at m...
He couldn't get to sleep that night. Although the window was open and the light summer breeze drifted over him he could still find no peace. So much had happened in the past few days, his life had completely changed. As he lay there, naked underneath the flimsy cotton sheet, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander to the woman who, after 32 long years had...
Amber was your typical 19-year-old freshman in college. While having fun being out of her restrictive parents' home and living in the dorms, she was still studious and not what you would call a "party girl". Amber had only just broken up with her high school sweetheart (the one she'd lost her virginity to) the summer before she came to USC. She had dated a c...
So, I attended college on an athletic scholarship for basketball. Every black kid's dream, right? After the first year or so, I sobered up (figuratively and literally) and realized that I was not going to be the next Michael Jordan and instead chose to concentrate on my studies, hustling to play basketball just well enough to keep some of the scholarship mon...
I wrestled with myself for a while on whether or not to write this story. In the end it seemed too hot not to. But it's special. In it's own special way. It's a story and it isn't true of course. But this story...and the person it's...based for...is real and occupies a pretty special spot... they're also one of the only human beings who know I write these sp...
Jane waited in the hall outside the room on a cold wooden bench. It was 1860 and a cold day for the summer. The wind howled outside the church annexe in which she sat. This was to be her first birching as most girls never did anything to deserve such a severe punishment... but she had. It was a Sunday. She'd attended church that morning with her family, but...
Ringgggggg... Ringgggggg... "Sean, can you get that?" "Hello? Hey Gina... what's wrong? Ok, hold on, I'll get her..." "Katie, your sister is on the phone. She seems really upset and said she needs to talk with you." When I heard my wife Katie pick up the phone in our bedroom, I pretended to hang up, but instead, I put my phone on mute so that I could eav...
Hello readers! First, a little information about myself: I'm a twenty-seven year old female, unmarried, short and chubby with long black hair and a fair complexion. Other details are my 34D bust, 38 panty size (I love wearing thongs and skimpy panties) pierced nose, thick puffy slit, and sultry looks. My boobs and butt jiggle when I walk. I'm also known as b...
It was a bright Monday morning and the birds were singing. The sun was splitting the pavements and everything seemed more colourful than usual. Summer was finally here and everyone up and down the country seemed to be in the best of moods. Everyone apart from Gordon that was. Gordon was his grumpy old self, frowning and cursing at his luck. Gordon hated Mo...
Having moved Miss Juggs; her assistant Mrs. June, the older black lady; and her bodyguard, whom she introduced only as "Beefcake" into my private office, I took a seat and asked, "How can I be of service Miss Juggs?" "Justene, please, Detective." "Alright. How can I help you, Justene?" "It seems," Mrs. June said, "that Miss Juggs has acquired a stalker."...