*************************** Connor stepped closer to her. "Are you sure you want this?" She sighed. "I am. I am so tired of running from everything." He drew her closer to him. "Aww, that's so romantic." Angie laughed. "I feel like in the process of things I just keep hurting everyone. I hurt both of us by not admitting my feelings earlier. And for that I'm so sorry." "Don't apologize, Ange. You're hard-headed as hell. That's what I love about you." He brushed an errant tear from her cheeks. "Please don't cry, my love." She looked up at him. He could see the vulnerability in her eyes, her unwillingness to let it, let the bullshit pretenses go. "Am I really?" she asked softly. ... Read More»

As I opened the crate filled with age-yellowed documents, I had no idea that what was inside would change everything. I had arrived in Washington, D.C. three months earlier. Before that, I had been considered something of a prodigy: Master's in History at age 21, Doctorate at 23. In the next five years I had worked as a researcher, until I was offered my own project by the American Historical Group. Despite the impressive-sounding title, the AHG was a small, private organization, endowed by a few wealthy dilettantes who wanted to be thought of as historians, though not especially willing to spend their money on it. Still, I grabbed the opportunity to head my own project, especially when I discovered its subject would be The History of American Slavery. I ... Read More»

first off i did not right the whole story just put my input and i would like to thank Cindy for her great writing! my lil add first i am looking for single women are bi couples to be my real slaves you will live with your king and produce babies for your king now read the story! Around 2006, my girlfriend and I had been broken up for almost a year. We had remained friends even though we had broken up. She calls me one day and says she needs some money. I asked her how much. She says she needed 875 for rent and another 1050 for her car payments. I said thats a lot of money, and I asked her whati or how can she repay me. She said she fuck me whenever I wanted her. I laughed and said I didnt need to pay for pussy but thanks. She asked what I wanted. I ... Read More»

Laying on the funny couch-thing, Julia rested her head back on the high armrest, her slitted eyes, filled with lustful desire, stared up at me as she tugged on mine and Paul's cocks. Her body, displayed as it was with her legs open, knees bent, her feet holding onto the couch edges, was coated with a thin sheen of sweat from the two explosive orgasms she had already experienced. Her pussy glistened wetly, her clit swollen and poking out from its hiding place, labia red and swollen as well, puffing out hungrily. Her tit's soft, pliant flesh rolled gently beneath mine and Paul's hands as we played with them, rolled and caressed her swollen nipples. "Yea, a hard cock filling your pussy would feel real good right now, wouldn't it Baby? A stiff cock fucking ... Read More»

As usual I was surfing the net I have seen a small advt. blinking on the screen It was an intresting one for me "Fantasise about seeing your wife or girlfriend GANGBANGED? Do you want to turn your fantasy into reality? If YES, contact us for more details on e mail address etc, etc " My heart began beating faster and my cock became stiffer as I re-read the massage. At first I thought that it must be some k** messing about, then I realised that my fingers were typing the address into an e-mail document. "It'll be a laugh." I thought, as I typed 'Interested. Send details.' "It'll be a turn on for him to consider banging my wife." I sent the e-mail never thinking that they were serious or even lived in the UK anyhow. After about 10 minutes of surfing even ... Read More»

The camera followed Ebony, as she sauntered across the veranda to the refrigerator. The white of the chef's apron she wore was emphasized by her dark brown skin. As she turned to open the refrigerator the camera zoomed in on the big, firm brown buns exposed by the backless apron. The high heeled white sandals Ebony wore enhanced the prominent up and out thrust of her butt. Knowing the camera was trained on her full buttocks, Ebony seductively swayed her ass, drawing the audience's attention to the deep valley separating her glorious globes. Reaching into the refrigerator, she removed a plate with two large, yellow mangoes. Placing the plate on the counter, Ebony turned, giving the camera a full front view of her apron covered body. "These mangoes look ... Read More»

Joanna Norton stared at the scrap of paper sticking out from between her fingers After a long moment of contemplation she picked up the receiver to her phone and with a shaky hand dialed 1-800-BLK-COCK. УI must be out of my mind!Ф she muttered to herself while she nervously tapped her foot on the carpeted floor. After ten rings she was just about to hang up when all at once a lugubrious voice on the other end of the line said smoothly, УThis is Walker Post, how may I help you?Ф Momentarily frozen with fear Joanna stood there mutely while wondering if she should just hang up and forget the whole thing. She had just made up her mind to forget about it when the voice suddenly uttered forcefully, УI can hear you breathing, now answer me!Ф Taken aback by this turn of ... Read More»

My son, daughter and I are shopping downtown when my son suggests that we attend “amateur” hour at the sleazy porn movie theater. I think it may be fun, so all three of us go inside and take our seats in the front row. Suddenly, the theater lights dim slightly and the announcer walks out on the stage. He says into the microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present to you the tallest, strongest man in the world, Jerome the Giant!” The curtains open and a spotlight shines on the tallest, and most handsome black man I have ever seen in person! He must be at least seven feet tall, and is three hundred pounds of pure muscle! He is wearing just a pair of black satin shorts, and does a few “body builder” poses for the audience. We all applaud briefly, ... Read More»

It was a Wednesday, about a month since she'd been unemployed and Kamea was at home doing nothing. She'd done all the work Sarah had asked of her and her resume had been sent out to be added amongst the growing piles at many different agencies and or companies. So when her phone rang she ran for it with very high hopes. It was Mr. Compels. He'd called her twice a week since closing the company to check on how she was doing. Sometimes she called him before he called her. "Hey Kamea, how you doing?" "I'm doing fine Mr. Compels. You need to stop checking up on me and concentrate on enjoying your retirement. You've earned it." "I'm trying to but you know I have these one or two pools that I'm servicing until the contract runs out in a few weeks." "Oh yes, ... Read More»

Susan's first job was working for a powerful, wealthy, albeit perverted, black man. Oblivious to the horde of Christmas shoppers in his store below and with the music of Nat King Cole's Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire playing so much like elevator Muzak in the background of his private office, Eustace Johnson, a big, black man, had enough of his new, white secretary. She was bad. She was no good. She couldn't follow simple instructions. She made too many mistakes and now she must be punished. "Go stand at my desk, put your feet shoulder width apart, bend at the waist, and put your elbows, along with your palms down flat on my desk." The first time she heard him say that, she didn't quite understand what he wanted her to do. Then, when she understood ... Read More»

INITIATION УHave you initiated Samantha yet?Ф Carol Green asked her eldest daughter. After taking a long sip of her scalding hot coffee Jill Barton replied, Уnot yet mom, you know she just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and I havenТt quite figured out how to tell her.Ф УRemember how I did it to you?Ф Carol chuckled. УYes I do!Ф Jill answered quickly. УAnd itТs not funny!Ф УOhhhhhhhh, I donТt know about that,Ф the sixty year old replied with giggle, Уit seemed pretty funny to me.Ф УI was really scared,Ф Jill replied softly. УI know you were dear,Ф Carol replied. УBut you have to admit you had a really good time!Ф УYeah, I guess I do,Ф Jill sighed. УThank god I wasnТt a virgin, I woulda run outta there in heart beat if I was!Ф УMaybe,Ф her mother said, Уbut just ... Read More»

***** Part 01: It Was All Mine! "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" The open window allowed more than just the warm summer breeze to enter my studio. The volume dopplered as the car approached, and in the mixture of pre-dawn and streetlight I could see the convertible with its top down and hear Labelle's voice echoing off the adjacent buildings. "Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya da da. Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya here. Mocha Chocolata ya ya. Creole Lady Marmalade. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" "Do you want to sleep with me (tonight)? Do you want to sleep with me?" Man, that one's a keeper, I thought, absently humming the tune. That struck me as odd because it really wasn't my ... Read More»

Her Dharma Bum Aashka was working late again. It was well after midnight. Her programming project was buggy and bumping up against a deadline. It was beginning to seem that every solution generated two new problems. She wished this thing was over and done with. Just about every night and weekend for the past three months had been spent struggling with this project. Aashka was healthy young woman with strong needs. Back home in New Delhi, she was considered beautiful and, even here in the United States, her dark beauty, slender body and sparkling eyes turned heads. There was little doubt that she could find a man to sleep with her and bring feelings of satisfaction to her yoni but she had no time for social activities at the present time. The project needed to be ... Read More»

Tad was on his way up in the corporation; he could feel it. Employee reviews were just around the corner and he finally seemed to be making a good impression on his boss. He knew that competition for a promotion would be fierce, and being good wasn't going to be enough. Tad knew that he was going to have to look the part as well. As much as he hated clothes shopping, he figured he'd bite the bullet and get a new suit or two and perhaps a matching sport jacket and pants. As usual, he got out of work late and the stores would be closing soon. It was Wednesday, and the men's department was vacant. He poked through the racks for a few minutes then looked at his watch. If no one comes over here to help me in about the next two minutes, he thought, I'm outta here. ... Read More»

John was more nervous than he'd felt for a long time. Restlessly he paced the hotel room, his stomach tightening. Again he looked at the table, set with flowers and wine brought by room service minutes before. Again he looked at his watch. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl, but she should be here, surely she should be here. When he knew he was coming back he phoned Carolyn straight away, and they both knew they had to meet again, but this time he wasn't near her home town, so she'd arranged time off work and told him to book a double room so she could join him. She had a long drive, but she said she'd be there just after six and already it was quarter past. Maybe she'd changed her mind. Maybe she'd wrecked the car. Maybe, maybe, maybe....his head span ... Read More»