I haven't seen you for days. I know you're busy, especially with other people being out of the office on vacation. This time of year, business starts picking up, and you are the "go-to" guy. It doesn't help. I still feel neglected. So, what's a girl to do? Perfect. I call you up; tell you that there is something wrong with the truck. I know you don't believ...
John was still in the bus one moment, when suddenly everything froze around him. He thought he was dreaming at first, but when he did not wake up from the dream he stood up from his seat. No one was moving. He glanced over at the sexy girl he saw across the aisle. She was still absolutely sexy in a very revealing blouse, the cleavage almost going down to h...
For the week following my first photo shoot I could not keep my mind on any topic, whatever I did that week my thoughts would flashback to the camera lens caressing the intimate areas of my body. These flashbacks became so vivid that I had to carry clean panties in my purse so I could change them when they became soaked thru. I found myself stopping at ev...
This is a true story of an encounter I had. I have always had a deep down strong desire for black men, their power and their animal lust. Their natural dominance and knowing how to treat a white woman like she is, a slut. Many of your readers seem to be married women who cannot get satisfied by their white husbands but I am a little different. I am a bisex...
Whoever said that the cuckold lifestyle is only for white folks has obviously never met me, Rhonda Hiller-Jones. When you really think about it, even though it's not always known by that terminology, women of all races have been cuckolding their husbands and boyfriends for thousands of years, and Black women are no different. Black cuckolds definitely do exi...
Hey guys. Sorry it's been So long. Hopefully this short excerpt will hold you over until I can really get into the story. Thanks for your continued support! -Ciao* * It had been about a week since I saw Felicia last. I guess she was pretty occupied with her man-friend. I hadn't gotten a good look at him yet; just a glance or two from a distance, so I don't...
Sean sighed into the telephone. "I'm sorry Elissa, but I pulled something in my back when I was lifting weights. I think we'd better postpone our date tonight." Elissa said that she was disappointed, but she understood. Then a sly smile crossed her face. "Oh baby, I was so looking forward to wrapping my lips around that hard cock of yours," she pouted int...
When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked long hours and were...
His crystal eyes pierced mine as I felt a heat wave flow over my body. His lips were still moist from our kiss as he licked his lips. I wondered if he did so to taste me again or just out of reaction. I nervously broke our glance as I waited for him to reply. "Why'd you do that?" he said finally in a deep voice. "I'm sorry" I said "I just, well I just coul...
Everyone has to have their thing, right? The thing they can do that no one else can do - the thing that makes them unique. So I've discovered mine. Or maybe I should say it discovered me. I know this will seem strange but my "thing" is that I can somehow see into mirrors - see the past like I'm watching a movie. It's not like I can control it either - it jus...