Spring finally arrived, and I was psyched to be heading out to a new job site to build a shopping center from the ground up. After being laid off all winter, I felt great to be up and moving again, eager to earn my paycheck with hard work. As I made my way to my
Chapter 1. The day was typically cold and wet and just what everyone expects for a funeral. We were gathered to bury our father who had finally passed away after a long, lingering, pain filled and undignified illness. His death came as a relief to us all, and I have no doubt to Dad as
I’m Terri. I’m 24 years old, and I’m a receptionist in a large insurance company. Physically, I’m in great shape, taking aerobics three times a week and tanning whenever I get the chance. I’ve always been well-endowed, having a 36D bust. Factor in my shoulder length blonde hair and I guess you would have your
Taking a drag from his cigarette, John was surveying his unfinished attic when through the window he spotted his neighbor lady, Ali, tanning in her little backyard. Ali, a single mom of a 11 year old girl, was known in the “Hood” as a prick teasing slut who liked to take the younger guys out,
I was a student. I’ve always been unmotivated to learn, I sleep in every class, and I’m punished but I go along with it. It’s moral education class again, and it’s super boring. But the only attraction of this class was the beautiful teacher. The teacher made me love and fear her. I loved her
When Amber told me about the formula she had developed and how she had injected me with it I developed a plan for revenge. Crissy was very popular when I was in high school. Though I wasn’t popular back then I wasn’t bad looking either and I was the only one that ever had the
Miss Jean sat reading the current issue of Ebony magazine as she waited for her new slave, Mr. Richard Law, to arrive. A 42 year old black woman, she took great delight in enslaving white men to her will. Although she was now a full figured woman of color, she was still extremely sexy and
My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was
I exited the bathroom still wet from a long soak in the tub. With my terry robe wrapped tightly around me, I stalked toward the kitchen on the hunt for a giant mug of hot chocolate. A triple latte espresso would have been better, but it was nine at night and I’d had a long
It was a warm day. It had been raining steadily for the past five weeks, but today a break had shown in the clouds as the deeply blue sky pushed itself forward. The sun flared in yellow streaks over the plantation like a benevolent ruler liberally scattering gold to his subjects. Catherine Stodgebury was one
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he said. “Yes,” she replied, her voice a husky whisper against his neck, his thick sideburns tickling her nose. He smelled of autumn leaves, faint, spicy soap, and grease from the motorcycles he loved to work on. “We’re breaking the law, you know.” “To hell with the
She sat beside a small table as the band played on a low stage in the back of the bar. The heavy rhythm of the music affecting her unconsciously, causing her to move in her seat. The guitar player was tall and skinny with a cigarette dangling from his lips, and the singer was a
I put down my book and looked out at the people passing me by. A young woman with strong shoulders draped in black cotton pressured the younger man beside her with her step, hands and clipped tone. He shook long locks of blond hair, feeling the warm summer breeze rush over his handsome face, consciously
Hi, my name is Kay and most just calls me K. I am a married 50-year-old mom from the Midwestern United States. I live a secret life as most have no idea of my kinky past nor of the present fun, I am having. I would like to share some of that kinky past as
There’s this girl who works at a burger grill near the school I’m flunking out of. She always sneers at me, pinches her nose like she’s about to die from my fumes, steps way back from the counter when I walk up, drums her fingers on the top of the cash register like she can’t