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Brittany's Travels Ch. 02

by YDB95 on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"You've gotta be shittin' me, ma'am." Brittany stopped in her tracks just outside the prison gates. Though she wanted nothing more than to get as far away from her home of the past two years as possible, what she saw before her defied all belief. Then again, everything about the past three days, from Ms. Shaw's surprise visit right up to being handed back he...

Brittany's Travels Ch. 03

by YDB95 on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"Angie, please!" Brittany exclaimed, painfully aware that she was stark naked in the presence of her boss but too panicked to think of covering up. She was also aware of Winnie getting out of bed, also unabashedly naked and amazingly nonchalant about it all. "Before you say anything, just let me explain!" "You don't need to explain." Ms. Shaw looked firm as...

Brittany's Travels Ch. 01

by YDB95 on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"And, your partner swings you back in for one last spin!" Brittany demonstrated the move, having nearly forgotten by now how ridiculous it felt to teach the female half of the dance with no one to lead them. But it wasn't as though Marcia would ever allow any men in for the lesson. In any event, the other women all glided across the floor with something appr...

Bisexual Men's Wives Ch. 09

by Samuelx on Jul 2, 2019
Interracial Love

"It's my life," Stanley Thurgood said to himself, and the big and tall, dark-skinned young African American man looked at the OC Transpo bus that sped away, leaving him stranded across the street from the Walmart located on Innes Road, in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The 94 bus sped through the highway, going toward the West End. Stanley knew that he wou...

Forsaken: Good Black Men

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

August 7, 2012. It had been a year since I got dumped unceremoniously by Diana Jones and experienced a life-altering change in the way I looked both at the world and at myself. Everything that happens in this life is a teaching moment, to quote the recently re-elected United States President Barack Obama. I've changed a lot since those days. For starters, I...

Temptation Pt. 01

by rnebular on Sep 25, 2017
Loving Wives

Author's Note: This story idea came from a reader who prefers to remain anonymous (you know who you are!). I modified it based on what I felt would make it a good story, and after a few hours of pondering it, the story took on a life of its own. This story has been a great challenge, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. WARNING: This stor...

The Eventful Bus Ride

by Nikolai83 on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I'm going with an idea present to me by a friend and want to see what you think. Please read and review and I look forward to your input! Thanks for reading! Oh, and of course, everyone depicted here is eighteen or older! ~*~*~*~ At this moment, I was still attempting to fathom exactly what sting...

Milk and Cookies

by SpotInTheSand on Sep 25, 2017
Romance

Thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping my clean this up. Also, thanks to my fiancee, for putting up with the time it takes for my neurotic ass to write, and for helping me clean it up, too. This is my entry in the 2012 Winter Holidays contest. Vote, comment and send feedback! * "Now I know what he likes for a late night snack, for years now...

March Madness

by trigudis on Apr 10, 2018
Romance

"We have the same name," Lindie Nicholson said. "Not quite," Wyatt said to the young woman in his small office. "Same basic pronunciation, different spelling. Mine is spelled N-i-c-h-e-l-s-e-n." "You mean we're not related?" She turned down her sensuous mouth in a faux frown. He knew she was jerking his chain. "Afraid not." Twenty-nine year old Wyatt...

Failed Connections

by KeithD on Jul 14, 2020
Transgender & Crossdressers

I was having trouble picking him out on the field. He'd sent me photos—if they had really been of him—so I had an idea what he looked like, although, to tell the truth, it wasn't his face that surfaced in my mind from those last photos he sent. I knew he had dark, curly hair and he was six feet and built like a god. But from the stands here in the Denver Dyn...