Greta Scarborough awakened that Monday morning with a steely resolve. She’d gone unfucked that weekend for what seemed the umpteenth time. Her husband Ned was a good man, and healthy. He just seemed disinterested.“I’m tired of flouncing around the house...
Interracial
Giving Back To The Community
"After starting a new life, things soon get eventful."
The Carolina sun poured through the window as Marcus Watson lounged comfortably on his sofa. It was a Sunday, and the day was all his. He sipped his beer while sitting in a tank top and shorts, watching the movie...
My Ex-Wife Was A Slut, Conclusion
"My ex-wife's girlfriend proved to me that she was a bigger slut then my ex-wife ever was."
Both my ex-wife Janet and Abby were beautiful women, although Abby's looks were quite different from Janet's.Janet was five foot seven tall, slim, with large breasts. She reminded me of a biker babe.Abby was very petite and had a baby...
My First Wife Was A Slut, Part One
"There was a secret side to her that I was about to be revealed to me."
I was twenty-eight when I met my first wife. She was older than me. She was not only beautiful but had a body to kill for, including a nice set of 38D breasts that she did not mind showing off....
Sunny Hills: Chapter 1
"A story set in the Blackedmerica universe."
Summer had arrived in the delightful Sunny Hills. Lilacs, western redbuds, globe gilias, and sunflowers were in bloom. The bees were collecting pollen, and the kind folks of the garden borough enjoyed the warm weather and clear blue sky.Along the...
The Georgia Gardener
"A gardener plants more than flowers at a Georgia estate."
Bailey surveyed the landscape he had tended for some thirty-seven years. He had wandered onto the Henderson Estate, a seventeen-year-old black kid going nowhere in particular, and asked for a job. Mr. Henderson put him to work with old Rawlings,...
The Girl On The Plane
"Calvin joined the mile high club."
I'm Calvin, and I work for a security consulting company that sends me to different airports around the country. It had been six months since I'd been home. I have been very busy in my job as a security consultant,...
Playing With Knives
"They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But what would you call the person who snatches those eyes and the soul?"
Mosquito bites. That was the first thing Evangeline Laguerre felt when she opened her eyes in the dark. Then, the coldness and stench of dirty water invaded her nostrils. Where the hell was she? The last thing she remembered was...
No Rehab For This
"I’ll always want more."
I was on her doorstep. Again. Her erotic pull was impossible to resist. The full moon rose behind me—a blood moon. It always affected her, heightening her already crazed desire. My heart pounded as if reaching through my chest to the...