Marie sat at the table across from Deborah drinking coffee and eyeing her beautiful daughter-in-law who she fucked once in an unforgettable union between her oldest son and Deborah. Now she had another union in mind. “Deborah, I have another great idea for us if your interested?” replied Marie smiling over her cup of coffee.
My dad had been a widower for five years when he remarried to Nadine. Some people in the family were shocked, because she’s black and we’re not, but she’s a nice lady and she makes the old man happy. Anyway, it’s the 90s and time to put that racist bullshit out to pasture. Of course,
My name is Sassy Masterson and up until recently I was a psychiatrist and head of department for the National Mental Health Organization. My main job was adminis- trative but I always had a few projects running to keep the little gray cells pliant. Actually one of those projects is the subject of my story
A month or two had passed since my chance encounter with Dad at the motel. He never mentioned the episode again and shied away from every attempt of mine to broach the subject. It had created a tension between us which badly needed breaking for both of our sakes -after all, we were the only
It was a scorching May afternoon in the nation’s capital. The air was full of excitement and joy. Robin loved this time of year. Graduation Day was always bitter sweet, saying good-bye to her students, but it made her proud that she could have an impact on their lives. This year was no different, she
“Mark! I’m over here!” I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband’s attention. It was useless though; he couldn’t hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn’t noticed our booth when he walked past. “Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?” A sweaty, overweight man stood beside
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any person living or dead, nor any known situation. Ever since Howard died I’ve never sought a relationship with men. Don’t get me wrong I still love cock but Howard was rare. As great a lover he was, he was an even better
“I don’t need a fuckin’ body guard, Hunter!” Becky Lynch spat at her boss, Triple H. “I fight for a living.” She enunciated each word in strong Irish accent. “I know you do, but I don’t want you fighting anyone out of the ring. You’re a fighter, but an entertainer and a performer. I don’t
I can’t believe you’re still asleep. You usually get up way before I do. I guess last night wore you out. You look so sweet laying there on your side. I run my hand across the side of your face and over your ear. You don’t move, you must really be out of it. I
It all began one night near the end of my junior year in high school. Our school was predominantly Hispanic and I was in the minority being white. I was fairly popular at school, but I was nothing compared to my friend Tanya. She was a senior, and she was easily the best looking, and
Nikki walked out of her school building, and headed down the walkway to the bus that would take her home. Because her middle school was situated on the same campus as the local junior-high and high school, Nikki had to walk among students four and five years older than she. She flinched when she heard
I’ve always had great relationship with my daughter; she’s my confidant and my best friend. She always was, since she could talk. My husband died tragically several years ago. This brought Sally and I even closer together, and I thanked God for the strength we gave each other. Sally was only 14 when her father
The assistants at the reform school just across the Rio Grande brought Dan to the punishment room. This was Dan’s second day at the school, where he had been sent as part of a plea agreement. It appears that Dan and some accomplices liked to raise hell in their neighborhood. They thought it was fun
One morning, I knew that my mother and father were both at work, and I could smell breakfast being cooked. I lay there in bed, toying with my morning hard-on, thinking of my grandmother. Grandma had big tits, that’s all there was to it. At times, I had noticed that she wore no bra, and
Rod and Angie had been married seven years. They had been struggling financially the entire seven years as Rod had worked two and sometimes three jobs trying to accumulate enough money to start an auto repair shop. Everyone came to him when they had car problems and were happy to pay him to fix their