~Sorry a continuation was so late in coming, chapter 3 is not far behind this time.~ "Any yes or no question and you'll answer truthfully no matter what?" Adam asked mischievously, resolving to take every advantage of the offer now that he didn't need to actually figure out who the woman across from him was. "Yes. Any twenty." If Chaya weren't so suddenly...
The name is Mitchell Manning. Formerly of the great state of Massachusetts. People simply call me Mitch Man. Who am I? Just a tall, good-looking young Black man living in New York. I'm originally from Massachusetts but I like the Big Apple. Currently, I attend the Long Island Institute of Technology. What started as a small technical college in 1987 quickly...
Six weeks had past since the last event. I had finally found a decent job and the days had become hectic. Gen and I barely had time to see each other. I'd get home, slap her a high five and she was off to work. The weekends were time well spent though. Friday morning arrived and I was looking forward to the lack of stress the weekends had been bringing recen...
It was late in the evening. A Monday, just like any other. Sally had been swiping through an app all weekend, eagerly hoping she would stumble upon the man of her dreams. She was an optimist, really. It was late into Sunday that she stumbled upon Alex. Tall, great cheekbones and a dimple on his chin with brown floppy hair. Attractive, she thought. Although...
Jarelle sat there ever so sexily in her cum streaked black bra and jean shorts, looking quite the sight. I lowered my hand to Jarelle's cum plastered tits, meshing those bountiful orbs together and rubbing my cum deeper into them. A loud ring rang through the house, snapping us out of our lustful trance. Though it turned out to be a spam call, it killed th...
It is always scary to start something new. Does that mean you shouldn't? Of course not. Leaving for college is one of those life-changing moments that you will never forget, and the beginning of my freshman year will go down as one I will never forget. I was desperate to make new friends in those first days. My roommate had a girlfriend and wanted nothing t...
Prologue- The Corpsetaker I was dying. The big C had hit me and the doctors gave me two months on the outside. There was no hope or was there? I had lived a full life. I had wealth, enough to sustain for a very long time. I had married many times and bred many women. But I wasn't ready to go as yet, quietly into the long dark. My hopes rested on a young...
Mrs E led me upstairs, her sports bra still around her waist and naked from there down. I had hoisted my shorts back up over my semi-hard dick and followed her happily, my head still woozy from the intensity of the shag we'd just had. My hand brushed against her bottom as she led me through to the bathroom, where there was a large shower cubicle with a glass...
Introduction / Guidelines This story contains some explicit scenes that all might not find tasteful to their pallet, the story can contain various characters existing on the same or alternative timelines to the main story, it is completely up to participating authors whether or not they tie in the events to the cannon storyline, what aspects they add, change...
Exhausted from the long meeting, Jerome threw his keys on the coffee table and slumped down on the couch. The meeting had taken all afternoon and the thought that he could've really used that massage instead was setting in. He eyed the big binder on the kitchen counter and loathed the idea of having to check the books for the deal James sent him on. At the m...