One Sleazy Story... About One White Trashy Family... Bend Over... It's Fuck O Clock... "MAMA... CAN YOU TAKE ME TO THE DOCTOR?" "YES DEAR." "THANK YOU." "YOUR WELCOME BABY." My pregnant sister Chanel (Chanel West Coast) walks out of her bedroom, chewing gum, popping bubbles, looking so damn fine. She wants mama (Beth Chapman) to take her to her gyno. Sh...
Sebastien Renard looked at himself in the mirror. A tall, ruggedly handsome, big and bulky young Black man looked back at him. He smiled to himself. He looked really good in a red silk shirt and Black silk pants. He was getting ready for church. His grandmother Cecilia was already waiting. Although they lived exactly three hundred meters from the Catholic Ch...
The days in Leverton were a lot like being on a continuous vacation – one day blended into the next so it was easy to lose complete track of time. So it was, on one morning as I sat down at the breakfast table, I was really surprised to hear the teachers talking about graduation and that it was imminent. That was my first indication that the year was half ov...
Sitting at the table across from Florence Joseph, Sebastien Renard watched her eat. The big and tall young Haitian-American man smiled wistfully. Things were going pretty good. Here she was, having dinner with him and his grandmother Cecilia. Also present were Florence's younger brother and granny. Sebastien played the part of the congenial host, loving ever...
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
I am self-employed as a business marketing analyst. My job is stressful and usually very busy. As my own boss though, I take off time whenever I want to. This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I've gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a beautiful summer day in 1965 Southern California and I've found a nice shady spo...
Max pulled into the gravel drive, a long rooster tail of dust hanging in the hot, still air of the gravel road behind him. The county had re-graded and spread fresh rock not long ago and everyone living outside town had appreciated their effort. There were also not a few incidental grumbles caused by the increased amount of orange dust clogging throats, dirt...
"Aida Gonzalez!" barked the director. "You're up next. Get ready!" Steady now girl. Don't screw it! She scolded herself. The 5' 4" dark haired girl took a deep breath to steady herself. She watched for the director's cue. When she saw his hand signal, she walked on to the stage with her black pinafore and a white apron holding a tray with the usual mock-up...
Way up North End of an Era Ch5 Camping and Bondage Stories Just stuff to ponder. There wasn't really a lot of bondage during our two weeks at the resort. No real torture but a lot of kinky sex. Looking back, we made a couple of old people happy and a couple of people who are old now have memories to relive the good ole days. We'd met a couple who enjo...
Many, many apologies for the tardy follow up everybody, but I must admit I'd never written a sex scene before and was nervous about disappointing people. So, I very much hope people appreciate my efforts, as always comments are welcome, as are suggestions for the plot of the follow up! Enjoy! ***** Jamie pulled the strap of Agnes' dress all the way down...