Thanks for all the positive feedback on this series. I'm open to suggestions on where to go next but I think it's near time for a finale. * * * * * Later that night, after a very quiet dinner, my daughter, my husband and I sat around the house doing nothing. I don't know if my husband suspected anything, but he was trying to make conversation to break the...
Howdy, folks. It's summertime in the town of Amarillo, Texas. Myra Donnelly is a 60-year-old conservative southern woman trying to alleviate her boredom. Ever since she retired from teaching at the local public school and her son Martin Donnelly and his wife Janice moved to Massachusetts, Myra doesn't know what to do with herself. The old woman is going stir...
I'm not going to tell you my name, suffice to say I'm one of Cleo's patients and you'd recognize my story if I did. In my "Case Report", upon which my story is based, I sound like a sex-starved slut, who simply can't get enough cock. I'm not. That misconception might also arise from the fact that during my story I was rudely introduced to anal sex by a black...
Praise the Lord! Those words are always coming out of my boyfriend William Jean-Bertrand's mouth. Okay, I get it. He's a good Christian and all but I just don't get why he has to remind everybody of it. A lot of people look at Will and I and are really surprised that we're going out. Will is around five-foot-eleven, slim, with light brown skin, curly Black h...
--Week 2 - Saturday-- It was Saturday morning, and I got woken up by the ring of my alarm clock. This wasn't my usual weekend routine as I preferred to sleep in. However, I was pretty sure that this wouldn't by a usual weekend anyways. D-Rod was coming by to take me to the shopping mall so I had to get ready. He hadn't said what he was planning to do there....
The next part of Emily's Mom Story I thought I had found an editor but I have not heard back from them after sending this story to them. I assume it means the story is terrible but I am posting it anyway. Janet's phone vibrated in her pocket. She looked at the text. "The Hilton downtown. Room 1203 9 PM. Dress like the slut you are." The text sent a chill...
This is the story of three friends, hot little 18-year old white girls who had been inseparable since girl guides and were now living in the same dorm early in their freshman year of college. Danielle, the green-eyed redhead, was raised Catholic and had become a stereotypical "nice girl" (she was also the athlete). Eva, the blue-eyed brunette (with...
Note: The idea of this story is not originally mine. One of my readers, who wants to be identified only as "The Knight" sent me this idea, asking me to write it. It seemed interesting, but I don't know chess too well. So I replied, saying I would write the rest of the story if he could fill in the chess parts. We worked on it back and forth for a couple of w...
One after another, the esteemed gentleman of the south filed into the room, their expressions distraught. All had the same thought in mind, what to do of the rising of the darker races? William Earlson, former white master, and seller of slaves trained to service the households of wealthy southerners, had called this meeting of the most influential men of t...
After a few minutes, Janet climbed off Julie and stood up on wobbly legs. She looked down at the once-demure housewife, who lay on her back naked and spread-eagled, her chest heaving and her body gleaming with sweat. "You think you came then? You ain't seen nothing yet, sweetheart. You're just getting started. I'll be back in a minute, and we'll put you to w...