*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers. Yes, I need an editor and no I don't want an editor. If that bothers you, quit reading. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes this is in the wrong category, yes...
{No happy ending here, life sometimes gets in the way of that. Or does it? Sometimes it is we that can get in the way of what could be. This has a tiny bit of truth in it, almost everything I write does. Probably that is true of everyone who writes, even if the truth is only fantasy. I do know there was a friend once, and Sonny is (was) his name. Long tim...
Author's note: This is my first entry in the 'Interracial Love' category. This story is a "short story"... Well, my version of a short story. This is the first chapter of the story. There are two chapters, in total. Please leave a comment, vote or leave some suggestions. ***************** 'How in the fuck did I let Carol's controlling ass trick me into...
The first time I laid eyes on Rama Abdel-Masih, I was mesmerized. I mean, I was walking through the Rideau Shopping Center with my boys, Timothy and Dalton, one Saturday night, and when I saw her I just froze, man. I see pretty girls all the time, don't get me wrong. I simply wasn't used to seeing tall, majestic ladies in hijabs and regal long robes. With he...
NOTE: This story contains *INTERRACIAL* sex. It also has wives have sex with other men. Please do not read this story if cannot deal with these genres. It is amazing how many people ignore such warnings and leave nasty comments and send all sorts of veiled threats. Also, I'm not a professional writer, so there are chances of bad grammar and vocabulary. Ther...
The moment Frank shut the door behind him Fiona wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his. "You won't believe how horny I am," she moaned "Actions speak louder than words, "Frank replied, not completely surprised by Fiona's admission. Fiona put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. She pressed her lips to his and thr...
Chapter 9 The morning of the day I checked out of the hospital, I was surprised to see Amy come in and start preparing for a sponge bath. I'd been showering on my own for the last two days, but I didn't question her at all. The procedure was a little different this time. Instead of covering the parts she wasn't actively working on, she stripped me down comp...
Forget-me-nots and second thoughts live in isolationHeads or tails and fairytales in my mind -- Green Day, Are We The Waiting October 21, 2001 Sexual success is an addiction. I had slept with a dozen women in my life and could relive each first encounter with near-perfect recall. I remembered wiping away the tears in Heather's eyes while we claimed each...
Now that I had a home and a family I hated being away from them but my job took me to remote places in the world and I had no choice. Usually I was away for only a few days but sometimes for a week or more. The endless hanging about in airport lounges was misery and I loathed foreign hotels. I missed home cooking and it was only when I turned into the home r...
I've gotten quite a few emails asking me to post a little faster, and I really appreciate the enthusiasm. I realize how frustrating it must feel to have to wait so long for each chapter, but I really don't want to rush this story and quite possibly ruin it. I feel that at least every two weeks to a maximum of one month should be a good time frame to churn ou...