Chapter 2: Prayer Meeting When Cindy and Reverend Caldwell were done fucking her helped her up pulled her close and kissed her passionately with tears in his eyes. With a shaky voice he said, "Oh Cindy, I hope you do not have a bad impression of your preacher now!" Cindy kissed the tears off his check and uttered, "Oh I don't preacherman, after all you are...
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...
I'm in the bedroom of a private home in a town a couple hundred miles from where I work, to be part of the summer wedding of my best friend. I've met his bride-to-be many times as she visited him in college and in the town where we both work. She's very nice, attractive, friendly and they seem to get along great (my understanding is the sex is terrific) so I...
Jonio pushed his way into the packed subway car with the rest of the last afternoon rush. It was a hot August day and the whirring air conditioners had no chance of keeping up with the heat of the overloaded car. He didn't need to find a hanger strap. There wasn't anywhere to fall. When the doors shut, he discovered himself standing behind and a little to t...
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Revelation It took several days for me to recover from my vigorous session with Stacy. My recovery soon turned into a total lack of female companionship. I was left to occupy my time with my teaching. Preparation and the actual teaching of the classes assigned to me took up a large portion of my time in the daytime, but leaving my n...
You see I have met someone that makes me feel unlike any other. He has me doing and thinking about things that I never thought I would. Leaving behind my conventional thinking and moving toward a brand new world. Exploring and departing from my traditional way of surveying how life and love should be. We met on the internet. We were chat buddies who became...
Growing up in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, Timothy Jean-Pierre had access to all kinds of sexy ladies since he was a good-looking young Black man. Still, there were certain ladies which most players in town considered off-limits. Hijab-wearing Somali women and Arab women. The few White women who wore the hijab after going all Muslim and stuff di...
“Kitten?” “Yes Master?” I replied dreamily, letting the rich tones of your voice wash over me as I lay in your arms. “I have a task for you to carry out today.” I could hear the playfulness in your voice, and I opened my eyes and turned my face up towards yours. “You have?” I held your dark gaze with my own. “While you shower I’m going to lay out your cl...
This is a collaborative narration, a joint effort of me and my cyber-lover Christine, both consenting adults in their late 30's. It's narrated in Christine's version, as she's the one who started it. I took it up somewhere in between, continuing it in her version. It would be fun if the readers can find out where exactly Christine's narration ends, and mine...
Flexing my arms, I quietly test the security of the leather cuffs around my wrists. "I wouldn't," he warns from beside the bed. I tilt my head to the right and give him innocent eyes. "Wouldn't what?" He swirls the deep, ruby hues in his wine glass and takes another sip, watching me with narrowed eyes. I can't ignore the rush of desire as my gaze slides o...