Hey, there. How are you doing? I bet the title of this story alone is enough to make some people blink fast and wonder if they read right. Well, ladies and gentlemen you read right. My name is Monique Aziz Adewale, and I'm a Nigerian-born African-American gal living in the City of Boston, State of Massachusetts. I'm happily married to a tall, good-looking an...
The next morning Xenia opened her eyes, she hoped that it was Shorty that is next to her. She suddenly felt an itching sensation inside her pussy. It felt like a million little micro nerves tingling around the inside of her pussy creating a ticklish sensation. She tried to brush it off and forced herself out of her bed, still feeling a bit sluggish and hit t...
Comment from the author. Of all the brain dead people that make negative inane comments, most of those comments don't seem to fit the story, one of my stories, they mentioned something about a western. What? Sorry anonymous, seems you can't read and I doubt that you can write. They won't give a name, so I suppose that they don't want anyone to comment on th...
It was their wedding anniversary, and Frances and her husband planned to spend two nights at a beach hotel in Olongapo. They left on a Friday afternoon and reached the beach hotel at 3 p.m. They spend the whole afternoon swimming on the beach. By twilight, they made long, passionate love in their room. They had dinner at the dinner hall cum disco after a ti...
Author's Notes: When I was ready to submit the final chapter, I had to reread the entire story (because it had been so long). As I did, I realized that the final chapter was just too...inadequate. Remember, I originally split up chapter three into two parts. By doing this though, I was able to see that the ending wasn't enough. I felt that this chapter dese...
Yes I am back to try again to write a story regarding my wife (now deceased) and her log book of the men she met during her life from 1950 to 1989. Now I know that I am not a writer, so what I put into in print is what I found in her log books. She recorded a lot of info about her meeting and sex with different men. She had been really "brain washed" by h...
Chapter 1: 1300 A Street Note: This story is for the very fine, very hot and gorgeous Debby S. Thanks Deb, you've been great. I hope you like it. :) Dear Diary, "I have to admit, I am addicted to Big Black Cock. I love the taste of it, I love the size of it, I love the smell of it. I love the thickness, the long hard shaft. I especially love the smooth co...
Author's note: As usual I'd like to thank the legendary Mikothe baby for editing this story. * * * * * * Dana's story My name is Dana Woodruff-Patterson, I'm 45 years old. I recently moved back to my old home town in Royal Oak, Michigan. The move was a chance to restart my life for the third time and maybe get over some of the stupid things I've done. I'm...
I guess you could say that I knew I was going to grow up to be a slut when I let my brothers sell peeks to their friends to look up under my skirt as a young girl. Now you might get the idea here that I was loose with my favors, but until I met John Harcore, or Hardcore as I call him, I’d never really had a cock in my pussy. Rich men marry virgins. My mother...
Part one "The Dance" The flea market was filled with vendors that Saturday morning in March. Each one selling what they had in order to make a buck. I was here for another reason. I was on the hunt. I work as an investigator for the Attorney General's office via the local police department. My area of coverage includes this region. We were working on a tip...