**Thank you Rach357113 for all your great help, feels good working with you again! Copyright(2014) JJ Livingstone** * I wasn't really looking but my eyes were drawn across the lobby of the movie theatre and there she was, standing in line at the concession stand. She was tall; by the looks of it almost as tall as my six foot with impossibly long blonde hai...
The anticipation and enthusiasm of the crowd was mind blowing. An uproar of boo's and cheers followed Limp Bizkit off the stage. I for one was relieved. The absence of music did little to take the edge of the jumping audience. I was there, in the middle of the pit thanks my close friend Ramos who had bought me a ticket for my 21st birthday. In the next twent...
We have always talked about it...a threesome but the interest that I have had in a threesome is almost none. My interest has always been in watching – watching her have sex with another man. It was always the fantasy and always something that we talked about and that I knew would be almost impossible to happen. Her deal was the way that she looked – very con...
She sat at the bar sipping her martini, slowly surveying the crowd at the popular downtown bar. There were the usual suspects - men out to just enjoy a beer and play a little pool, scantily clad women hoping to draw their attention away from the beer and pool, and the men on the prowl. One such man drew her attention. He was sitting at a table across the roo...
This story is a work of (mostly) fiction. All names have been changed to protect the identities of the parties mentioned. Please feel free to leave comments and feedback! ____ Kent was nervous, and he had every right to be. His on-again, off-again girlfriend Chrissy was in town visiting for the weekend. She lived several states away and had a good job tea...
I stood outside, cigarette in hand, breathing in the summer air and the smoke and the traffic fumes. I'd finally found the pub, hidden among the narrow back streets of central Sheffield, buried under suffocating ivy. I was shaking, and sweating. It was unusually warm, even for July, and my jacket and nerves weren't doing me any favours. Removing the jacket...
Where should I begin?? This is my first post and I am not sure how I should go about it but I feel like sharing some recent events that occurred in the past few months. A little bit about myself. My name is Jenna, I am 40, married with 2 kids. I am 5ft6in tall and weigh 130lbs. Brown hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. Good curves where they are needed i...
Nothing quite like coming home to my lady at the end of a battle-weary day, folks. My name is Alan James Voltaire, A.J. to my friends, and I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Haiti, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents James and Marie Voltaire moved with my siblings and I to provincial Quebec in the tumultuous 1980s. I came to the City...
Stereotypes. We all have to deal with them. My name is Nelly Francesca Sylvain. I'm 24 years old. Just a young Black woman living in the City of Cap-Haitien, Northern Haiti. I attend the University of Roi Henri Christophe, where I study business administration. I am a naturalized Canadian citizen since 2000 but I opted to study in my homeland of Haiti for a...
Studying can be hard sometimes. Hard and dull. Long hours spent hunched over thick, heavy books can sap one's energy and dull the senses, especially when it's getting late in the day. Today was once such time. Until Alice appeared, that is. Dragging myself from my 'intensive' study of the Islamic response to the success of the First Crusade, I noticed her s...