WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
Patrick drove home in silence that wonderful night with the windows down and the radio off as he grappled with what just took place. The feeling in his loins was incredible, but the struggle in his mind was as equally intense. He wanted Michelle so much, but he could only offer her friendship, and hot, passionate sex. She deserves more than that. He held the...
I woke up suddenly, jerking up from my spot on the floor. I looked around and tried to piece what had happened together. I was at Samantha's house. I pulled myself up from the couch. I was naked, naked, and in Samantha's home. It started to come to me slowly. It was Sunday, and I had volunteered to help Samantha take out some of her old furniture to the fro...
For the second day in a row, Jim was awake for his alarm. This time, however, he had been awake for a while, staring at the ceiling. His hand darted out and slapped off the buzzing of the clock. He lay there, grinning. Today he was getting his girl. After the family dinner had broken up last night and Dad had been made comfortable on the sofa with pillows...
London Heathrow, March 2010: "Passengers on BA flight 237 to Damascus, please make your way to the departure gate A10 for boarding." Suhair took one finial glance at England and headed to the departure gate, unaware of what would greet her when she arrived in Syria. Suhair Abdul-Hamid was 25 years old with long black hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was...
Dana yawned and stretched, combing her fingers through her dark, wavy hair. She refastened the tortoiseshell barrette at the nape of her neck that was supposed to make it look neat and professional – "supposed to" being the operative words. It always seemed to look as if she'd just rolled out of bed. Oh well. Her eyes drifted between the three camera m...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. ***** Sadie wasn't happy. Well in fact that would be putting it mildly; she was raging with Colin for she knew only too well what the marks on his raspberry pink cotton panties were! The stains had dried the soft cotton material was now feeling rather stiff and rough. "How could he?" she said to her...
The couple was up early, because of the noise the SCAG mower next door made as the young man cut the lawn. Hal looked out the window to the next door neighbor's yard; the same young man was on the machine, as a week and a half ago. It was about a half hour later the doorbell rang. Martha knew it was the young man at the door to inquire if they wanted their l...
I knew Bridie in school. I would see her all time in the library for our spare period. We were both 18, the age of hormones. We would be alone for our spare, but we didn't usually talk very much. She was kind of shy, and so was I to tell the truth. She was not exactly beautiful, more like pretty. But she was definitely something to arouse desire, alone in th...
I slept a deep sleep. Claire and the Doctor had both exhausted and satisfied me. As the sun began to pour into my room, my eyes opened up to the dawn. I had time. Madame never awoke so early. I had lotions and lanolin put away, so as the doctor suggested I applied some to my nipples. It was cold on my warm flesh and made my nipples stand out, which sadly was...