I can't believe what has happened to me and how I will never trust my best friend Jane again. Let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Beth and I'm married to my childhood sweetheart, live a comfortable life thanks to hubby being a junior director, foreign holidays every year, drive a nice car and wear nice things. I want for nothing. I'm always worki...
Quickies can be fun, I thought to myself, but they can certainly get messy. What is it with us and malls, seriously? My name is Amina Alzahrani and I'm a young Saudi Arabian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, with my African-American boyfriend Tyrone Ferguson. We met at the Galleria Mall in the City of Buffalo, New York, a year ago and were reunite...
My name is Georgie or Miss Georgie, but when I was a kid everyone called me Butch. I was born in Memphis Tennessee, on the poor side of town. While growing up I was a tom boy and would played baseball with all the boys. They never knew I was a girl because back then you could get away with that. I would wear my brother's cloths and a ball cap that hid my lon...
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Meeting Alysha "This the latest one?" The Black woman had an amused expression as she looked Jessica up and down. It was immediately obvious to Jessica that this woman was James' wife. Given that Jessica had just spent a couple of hours fucking James and she was half convinced she was falling in love with him, she was confused by this new development. "...
The street was damp and a light drizzle continued to add to its sheen. A puddle had formed in the gutter at the front of the Rovers, slowly engulfing the polished cobbles. A track-shoed foot splashed through the pool spreading the waters over the curb only to be disturbed again by another pair of worn old training shoes following the first. Maria had passed...
Ever since Tyrone Woodbury came to study at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, he'd had to adjust to a strange and complex environment. When his father Franklin James Woodbury got offered a position at Ciena Systems, in the Kanata neighborhood of Ottawa, the old man was thrilled, and happily moved to the Canadian Capital. Franklin Woodbury...
Cindy and Sky climbed into the back seat of Tyrone's black Tahoe. The ride was a little rough due to the oversized wheels and tires. The windows were blacked out. Tyrone sat in the front seat with the driver who was thick and about six foot two; Tyrone called him Clay. In the back seat with the girls was Lex. He was about six four and thin as a rail. Soon L...
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes...
Meet Tyrone Dumarais, a big and tall, handsome black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Detroit, Michigan, Tyrone moved to the Canadian Capital for work opportunities. He works for Shared Services and makes decent money. Unfortunately, Tyrone is quite lonely and most women don't understand his unique needs. He has a sincere ad...