This story is based on my personal experience. It is my first written story. Please be gentle. My friend Susurrus was so kind to help me to translate my story from German into English. * Where were you? Or, where were you as it happened? These are the most common questions asked when a world-shaking event has taken place. There have been several, such as...
Prologue Again, she found herself in his arms... Like she has so many times before. It was always a warm safe place to be. He gently caressed her cheek and their eyes meet. She could still see the man she fell so deeply in love with, only a year ago. He could see the longing and sadness he was causing. Slowly his lips grazed across hers, making her smile he...
How in the world did I get into this mess? I'm twenty-eight years old, with full head of hair, nice teeth and I'm not fat or stocky. I have a good job as welder for Power's Shipyard. I have worked there since the day I turned eighteen, just like my dad and granddad. They're also welders. So how the hell did I get sentenced to life in prison without the...
Prologue: She wanted her story told and yet she wanted to keep her identity secret. She understood that there are a limited number of wives of winning Superbowl quarterbacks and that her tale would lead to a lot of speculation about her identity. For some reason this did not bother her as much as people knowing who she actually was and so I agreed to print...
Winter in Lapland is cold and dark, the darkness engulfs all the daylight hours. Little towns cut into, what seems to be, an endless forest. I drove into town to get some things, food, cheese and some wine and when I came back, our holiday cottage was comfortably warm and quit, I could hear the wood burning in the fireplace and soothing jazz coming from anot...
I'm in my office, and it's 45 minutes before class, and I'm horny as hell. I've been playing with my cock on and off, thinking of how very nice it would be to have a nice young honey here to bend over my desk and play with. Finally, you knock on the door, wearing a very short skirt and a button-down blouse. You notice the bulge in my pants and flash a wicked...
My name is Sabrina Steelman. I'm a tall young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. And I am deeply saddened by the state of the affairs between men and women in the Black Community. The year is 2009. A Black man is President of the United States of America. A Black man is Governor of New York. A Black man is Governor of Massachusetts. T...
Rain had been threatening all day. Overhead huge dark clouds,played tag. Thunder rumbled so loud it hurt your ears. Lightning crackled across the sky. Annemarie was so hot. Sweat, like condensation on an icy drink,coated her body. She licked the sweat from her breasts. She was suprised she tasted so salty. Her fingers traced a path down her body. They delv...
If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that the life I was living was straight out of either a bad country song or a bad soap opera. Before, my life was pretty good. Not great, mind you, nothing abnormal, nothing I could brag about - but pretty good. I didn't have the greatest job in the world, but I didn't have the greatest skill set in the worl...
"Hey, are you awake?" Oh, the answers I could give you. Should I go for sassy? Sarcastic? Cheerful? Silent treatment hoping that you'll let me sleep? Tempting, all tempting...I think I'll go with non-verbal confirmation. I'm flipping over to start tasting your far too edible body when I accidentally pull the blanket up just enough to allow a blast of what I...