Chocolate
- 4 years ago
- 26
- 0
Bill sat at the security desk and passed the evening watching the customer service representatives leave for the day. Of the 200 women that worked there, few had escaped his sex fantasies. At 7:30 everyone was gone. He read the newspaper until 8:15 when the phone rang.
“Security, Bill speaking.”
“It’s Mae, Sugar,” she said with a faint southern accent. “Everyone else is gone. Why don’t you be sure to lock the front door, then come on back here to escort me to my car.”
“Where are you?” he asked. Her big sexy voice was really what got him hot. Mae was a big black woman with a big ass, big tits, a big smile and a big laugh. She was always throwing little sexual innuendoes in as she made small talk, but nothing had ever come of it. Bill got hard just hearing her voice on the phone. He fantasized about her thick juicy lips on his, her warm, electric hands caressing his body. He knew that he was oozing pre-cum already
“I’m in the executive conference room all the way at the back.”
“Be there in a few.” He got right up from his desk and checked the door to make sure that it was locked. He walked quickly to the south end of the building to the customer service area and through the rows of cubes. Finally he reached the conference room. From the outside the room took up half the wall. The wall separating it from the customer service reps was glass, but inside a heavy curtain was drawn shut. From the doorway came a dim light. Bill entered.
Amidst the large leather armchairs and the dark wood sideboards and matching table was Mae. She sat on the edge of the conference table, her shoes off, her feet on a chair. She flashed Bill a sultry smile, and summoned him with her index finger.
He stood before her, unassuming, letting her take the lead.
“I have to admit, Billy, that I haven’t gotten much done in the past few hours.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’ve been thinking, wondering what your pasty white cock looks like and what it will taste like when I suck it, how it’s going to feel when I fuck it.”
Bill shivered. His underwear hurt it was so tight on his cock. There was something completely irresistibly sexual about Mae. It was all attitude. Of the two hundred women that worked there, lots were better looking, but Mae had it. “That’s funny,” he said. Because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about getting my face into your big black crotch sucking on your pink pussy.”
Mae let out a heavy sigh. “Good thing that we’re thinking alike on this.”
“Yeah,” said Bill.
Mae reached out, grabbed him by the belt buckle, and pulled him forward. She put her arms around his neck, pulled his face to hers, and gave him a long, deep, passionate kiss.
Bill felt as if electricity were flowing through his blood. Her tongue gently explored his mouth, while her hands began to undress him. As they kissed his pants fell to the floor, then his shorts. His cock stood at attention as she played with his balls then began unbuttoning his shirt.
Bill shrugged off his shirt and went for her zipper. Gently he tugged from her nape to the small of her back. Moments later her dress was around her waist.
“Sugar, just a minute.” Mae stood up and carefully removed her dress. Bill’s cock ached from hardness as he saw Mae reveal her black one-piece slip girdle with attached stockings. The bra-straps were wide and padded; the six stocking straps were equally wide. The bodice and bra cups looked bulletproof; Mae looked like a Sears’ catalogue lingerie model.
Bill almost fell down getting his shoes off and stepping out of his pants.
Mae sat on the table in her underwear; Bill stood before her in his socks. He reached out, slipped the bra-straps from her shoulders, and freed her massive tits. They were like twin, monster jugs of chocolate ice cream topped with fist-sized globs of hot fudge. Bill leaned forward and began sucking her nipple feverishly.
Mae let out a long, low moan. She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled his face closer, silently urging him for more. “Yeah Sugar, oh, that’s it.”
While not exactly sure what she wanted, Bill took a guess. He planted one hand on the breast he wasn’t sucking and tweaked her nipple. He slipped the other hand between her soft thighs. She wore no panties; and pussy was wet and smoothly shaven. Bill moistened his middle finger on her juices and slowly slipped it between her love folds. He felt Mae tremble and knew that was going in the right direction. With his thumb he rubbed her clit as wiggled his middle finger in her cunt.
Mae’s ass started bouncing on the table. “Oh Sugar, that’s so good. I want you to fuck me, please. She gently disconnected him from her tits and pussy before climbing on the table and turning around. She was on her hands and knees, her feet hanging off the table, and her pussy exposed for the taking.
“Lick me Sugar, will you? I want your tongue on my pussy.”
“Yeah, you want a licking huh.”
Mae wagged her ass. “Oh baby, yeah. I want you to lick my pussy before you fuck me. You lick me, and I can promise you’ll never regret it as long as you work here.”
“Yeah? That sounds good. How about you lick me at the same time?”
“Oh yeah! I haven’t sixty-nined anyone in a long time. Come on up!”
Bill got up on the conference table and after some maneuvering and shifting they were both comfortable. Her broad, black butt eclipsed the overhead light. He put her arms around her expansive ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Slowly he coaxed her, so that her warm belly was on his chest and her soft, fleshy pussy was planted on his mouth. He licked her hot wet cunt, sliding his tongue deep between her pussy lips and running it to her clit. He heard her moan loudly as she grabbed his cock and sucked it into her warm velvety mouth.
Mae played with his balls as she rimmed the head of his cock. She kept her tongue floating over the slit, around the underside of the head. She stroked him with perfect pressure at the base and ran her fingers up the underside of cock.
He felt her body quiver and her thighs closed around his head. Mae licked him harder and faster. It was clear that she was going to cum and didn’t care if she made him cum too. Bill went with it and licked her faster too. He used his nails and gently scratched the inside of her ass cheeks as he licked her clit and nuzzled her sopping pussy with his whole face. Mae’s body shook then stiffened. With his cock still in her mouth, she continued to suck, but the rest of her was still. Bill licked her clit five more times.
Finally Mae screamed, “OH YEAH!”
Bill kept giving her small sporadic licks on the clit, each one causing her to shiver.
Mae popped his cockhead into her mouth and sucked on the tip as she massaged shaft and balls with both hands. He knew right there that she was going to lick him until he had an orgasm. He relaxed and continued to caress her ass with his hands and nails. She slowly rotated her hips and pushed her ass into his hands to let him know that she liked it.
Bill felt the heat build in his balls. As she licked his cockhead, every tongue stroke sent a jolt of please through his body. Mae fingered his balls then sucked on the tip as if his cum was the ice cream at the bottom of a milkshake. Suddenly, he felt the tremble; his body stiffened and Mae sucked him hard. He quivered with orgasm as she pulled it out of him. When he was done, he licked her clit, giving her another shiver of her own.
Mae got up so that Bill could get out from under him. He sat up and they kissed passionately. She licked her own juice from his lips; he could taste his cum on her tongue.
“Sugar, that was some good foreplay. Are you ready for the nasty?”
“You bet,” Bill replied.
Mae got on her hands and knees again, her feet hanging off the edge of the conference room table. Bill walked in from behind. He rubbed her pussy with his hand then wet his cock on it. He heard Mae take a sharp breath. Slowly he eased his plump cockhead into her tight pussy. He stood there for just a moment, and then he began small pumping motions. He couldn’t believe how incredibly tight she was.
Mae moaned. The more Bill pumped his cock in and out, the louder she was. It felt so good to have a man inside. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” was all she could say.
Bill grabbed her fleshy hips and started pulling her as he pumped. He would let go with one hand and give her wide black ass a smack. He knew she was worked up, but didn’t know how close until her tight pussy got tighter. He thrust deeper so that his balls were wet from smacking her clit. He couldn’t hold back much longer. “I’m gonna cum,” he said.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, Sugar, me too, uh, uh, uh!”
“Uh!” Bill grunted as he came deep inside her. He rocked his hips letting her tight pussy pull his cum out. Afterwards, they embraced and kissed. Her warm massive breasts pushed against his chest as he stood naked and she in her one-piece.
As Bill walked Mae to her car she said, “Wait until I tell the sisters.”
“Tell them? About what?” Bill asked, horrified.
“That the old wives’ tale about white boys being willing,” Mae kissed him passionately on the lips, “and very able to lick pussy is true. You’ll have the sisters lining up every night for some of that.”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Bill pleaded.
“Sugar, it’s beyond my control. Just think of it as a perk of the job. I know I will.”
Hi I am Roy again I am going to tell you a true story, we live in a flat and there are many flats in a building, there are many sexy aunties and beautiful girls and nice kamwalis around, I have fucked 3 girls, 6 aunties and 12 kamwalis out of them, I will tell you about them one by one so put your hand in your pants / skirls / Salwar / Ghaghra and relax and have a nice time reading my stories. This story is of my neighbour’s daughter (elder one), when we moved into our own flat, we had a...
‘MMM, that was delicious’, I said, as she hangs our coats and I flip on a few lights in the house. ‘I love sushi’, she exhales, as if reminiscing a childhood pet. It’s the time of night for some of the more routine things in our relationship like feeding the fish, clearing any scattered dishes, loading them in the washer and closing the various drapes. I notice the box of Godiva chocolate resting on top of the wine rack and grab it before flipping off the light and heading the bedroom. ‘I...
© Feb 2003 Write a story about chocolate he said - 'Gee thanks Ray!' I looked at the email he'd written and thought again to myself 'Jeez - I don't do chocolate - how the blazes do I write a story about it? Hell! I know we writers are supposed to have dirty minds and all that jazz but chocolate - c'mon fella!' And I put it to the back of my mind. Except it wouldn't go away. I kept thinking back to 'The Experiment'. That was chocolate. That was sex. Boy was that sex - oh yes...
Chocolate, I thought as I headed home on my bicycle. I was craving chocolate, something that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, it was the only thing I was craving, but there was something else now too. An orgasm.I was a virgin, but I’d learned the pleasures of masturbation long ago. With my eighteen years, I’ve had experience with orgasms for.. two years. That would be about right. At times I pleased myself daily, or multiple times a day. Other times it was once a week.Now? It was definitely a day of...
MasturbationHer name was Meshawn. She was about the cutest thing I'd ever seen at my old job, and lusted after her for quite some time. Every guy there did, understandably. 5' 3" with medium-brown skin, shoulder-length curly hair, nicely padded figure, beaming smile and very amiable and pleasant to talk to. I'd seen some honeys in High School, at College, working different jobs afterwards of the African-American persuasion. Not like this one, she was sweet as could be and had a "casual" attitude that made...
Hi mera naam Luvesh hai main Gujarat k eek naami shehar main rehta hu (main city nahi batanna chahta ) meri umar 23 saal hai naya naya graduate hua hu. Filhaal jobless hu mere father aur mere chacha sath main ek business main hai meri bua ke ladke ki dusri marriage ki liye jo spain main rehta hai,mere cousin bhaiya Ramesh jinki age 36 years hai unki first biwi ko koi bimari nai thi leking achanak ek din unki death ho gayi. Aur uske liye meri bua ne papa aur chacha ko rishte ke liye kaha tha...
Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." This statement, uttered in bed, generally indicated some sort of feminine hygiene emergency, and the one who 'needs to go to the store' is generally me. It is a law of nature that the gender which does not use or need a product, or is most likely embarrassed by its purchase (I am long over that, at least), is the gender which must buy it. "What do you need?" It wouldn't embarrass me. I'd get her to be specific; plugs or pads, regular...
Marvella James owns and operates a cupcake bakery/shop in Tampa called Cupcake Cravings. There, she makes cupcakes in several different flavors. Not only that, she also caters for parties and social gatherings too. She recently made cupcakes for a breast cancer awareness benefit last October, which was a success. As she started baking cupcakes at the shop, Marvella got a call from Mrs. Tiffany Gaston, president of the Tampa Junior League. Mrs. Gaston was planning a social gathering to benefit...
Warm and wet greetings to all of you. This is my first story. For privacy reasons, all the female names are fictional. This is the story about me and my two fuck buddies who are also bisexual. I met them at the fitness center I go to workout. The yoga hall was one floor below the gym and one day, I saw them making love in a vacant room near the hall. They offered me money to keep it a secret but I had other intentions. It will be a trueful boast if I say the women who have been rammed by my...
Everyone experiments in sex. I think that's one thing we can all say we've done, because even just trying something for the first time is experimenting. And it's all going to have a different take on people, and it may be different with other people you do an act with. For instance I normally can't stand someone going down on me, but there are two people I absolutely love it from. And I don't know why it is that it's only two people I like it from. The first time I experimented was when I was...
Ever since our weekend at the cabin where we started to have sex, my mom's youngest sister Sandy and I have been getting together for some afternoon delight, or a weeked now and again to "saw our horns off". In other words get rid of being horny. We texxt each other and sext each other and share pics. None of the family knows the real reason I'm not dating. I'm too busy fucking my Aunt Sandy.Sandy and I do not use rubber or anything. We have toys that have only been used by us and we are...
Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." I was puzzled. Even through my post-orgasmic fog I recognized that statement as the verbal shorthand that signaled the commencement of foreplay. Not just any foreplay, mind you, but a foray into the brave new world of light consensual bondage. What confused me was the fact that I was lying spread-eagle in bed, my arms and legs fastened to the head and foot posts, and blindfolded to boot. I cleared my throat. "You want to start over?" I...
Isabella Brown was a snotty twenty one year old student, on a holiday with her two best friends from university in Santorini, Greece. They stayed in a small hotel and went down to the beach everyday to catch some rays and swim."Come on, Isabella, you got to come out with us tonight," urged one of her best friends called Lucy Dixon. She was a petite blonde with baby blue eyes. Isabella groaned and sighed heavily, as if she didn't say yes to her friends they'd just go on and on and she'd never...
Straight SexTo the readers: There is no sex in this story. It’s a story about a man and a woman and how they met and lived. It’s a story written for Valentine’s Day. The story is told by their eldest daughter. A special ‘Thank You’ to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 This story is about my Mom and Dad. They both had passed away a few months apart. Mom went first at age eighty-one and Dad at age eighty-four. They had been married sixty-two years. This story...
Chapter 3 — October, 1941 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 With thanks to Doug, Elliot and Pepper for editing and support and for Jimmy B. * Although the blue tail-rudder blended well with the sea below, the plane’s chrome-yellow wings and fuselage screamed ‘Here I am!’ to anyone looking for it. Reaching its ceiling, the plane abruptly flipped over upside-down and headed toward the water almost two miles below. He could feel the wind vibrating the wire rigging between...
Hi. This is my first ever story on Indian sex story. I have been reading is from past 4 years. Today narrating my first fictional story. I am Naveen (name changed). I am from Belgaum. I am ‘5” and a 5’ tool. Let me introduce to my neighbor aunt. She is Sangeeta (name changed). She is tall about, 5’6” slim and size 30,28,32. She doesn’t have big boobs, she is a bit dark in color which is the most attractive thing in her. She looks beautiful. She lost her husband a few years back. She has a son...
You're sitting on a hot, lonely beach somewhere, with a new man. You don't know him all that well, but you know you want him. You have a basket of goodies with you, and you take out a small plastic container of strawberries, half coated with milk chocolate. You open the container, and hold it out to the man to take one. He reaches his hand out, and then withdraws it, looking into your face. "Umm... Listen, that would be great, but could I suggest something?" Your eyes lower a little,...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Tuesday, January 5th, 1932 The next morning, Bethany Rose stood by the car, nervously waiting for him to come out. He saw her standing there, watching through his library window. ‘Well, how about that?’ He finished dressing and went downstairs. He grabbed a doughnut from the plate and now found both women next outside, Bethany still at the car and Eliza waiting in the doorway. ‘Who’s going to watch the children? Can’t just leave them...
I am Prickoless. I wonder, can you remember my real name without looking back? No? Well, my name is Barry.I know that most of you despise me. You keep reading because you want to see how far I will be humiliated before I snap. I know that some of you reading this transfer the ire you feel for your own husbands and heap it onto my shoulders.You guys out there (I know there are some, perhaps the enlightened ones who have read the story so far), don’t be complacent. You may find yourself either...
IncestI was never afflicted by pigmentation paralysis and it was never an issue in my life.One evening, that mindset was put to the test, nonetheless, when I met the most incredible black man at a party. Jasper, the man in question, was unbelievably good-looking and had a regal bearing. From the moment I met him, I was totally captivated by him. I had never been on a date, let alone slept with an African American. In fact, I hated the term African American. On a continent, where everyone other than...
Gay MaleChapter 7 Lose your wife, lose your life and lose your soul Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Tuesday, December 29, 1931 They didn’t return from the airfield until well after dark. It had taken several weeks to get the plane safely flyable again. James wanted it to be a surprise and tried to have at least a few hours each day working on the Jenny before coming home for dinner. Bethany had found his calendar with ‘Jenny’ and times and dates and thought he was stepping...
Chapter 12 Tickets to Paradise Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 With great thanks to Pepper Pace, Elliot and Reverend Joe for reading the rough drafts and support… and to Martine, the love of my life. * Late Thursday, March 3rd, 1932 The El Segundo house Dinner was over. Roast pork with apples sauce, mashed potatoes with butter and peas… how she always knew what he liked, John didn’t know but was grateful just the same. Of course, after Bethany Rose talked with her...
Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." I loved to hear my chocoholic say the code words for our little experiments in light, consensual bondage. Some of our most exciting sex was during these games. She said it on Monday morning, an hour before the alarm was supposed to wake me for work. She won the coin toss, ending a two win streak for me. I was bound as usual to the four posts of our bed, and she rode my face into the sunrise. There wasn't time to reciprocate that morning....
Partially edited by Alexis Siefert Copyright © 2002, 2003 The "Knights" portion of this story was originally submitted as an entry to the Virago Blue Challenge as a flash story (under 1000 words). It contained no sex, but maintained continuity with the rest of the "Chocolate Morsels Universe." A follow-up was always intended. "Daze" is that follow-up. I wasn't happy with it. I decided to submit it to a jury of my peers, in the best forum for improvement in the alt.sex.stories...
Chocolate, Strawberry, and Vanilla Copyright 2023 by Heather Rose Brown =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Clark did a waddling shuffle with his cup until it was near the middle the table. "Hello there Mister Artificially-And-Naturally-Strawberry-Flavored- Non-Dairy-Dessert-Beverage!" TC imitated Clark's actions with his own cup, nearly knocking over the plastic tray filled with our combined orders of slowly cooling french fries. "Hello there Mister...
Going to the Airport to catch your plane to take you to the Seminar all is on your mind is your Chocolate Lady that will meet you in the city where the Seminar is being held. For two years now you have talked to this lady and all you have seen was an old picture of her. Not knowing what to expect when and if you saw her, but hoping that she was a bathing beauty. In flight, as you were sipping on a cup of hot coffee as the plane was getting closer to your destination, all of a sudden when the...
EroticCake? Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Sunday, February 14th, 1932 Valentine’s Day The sound of laughter filled James’ library as he read the Sunday paper. Al Capone was now serving time at the Federal Penitentiary in Atlanta. Should have sent him to Alcatraz, see how he’d like that. A knock on the doorjamb caught his attention. He saw her standing in the doorway… the sight of her was enough and he put his hand down trying to keep his arousal down. She walked in and sat...
This had to work. For what he paid, it better! The money wasn’t the issue… it was having had to fuck that old crone that was the worst. He still shuddered at the memory. Thank God for the man who invented the condom! The only way he’d been able to get it up and keep it up was to fantasize about LaRain… but then the old crone had actually seemed to enjoy it and the sound of her crackled old voice attempting a moan had almost shriveled him up to nothing. He shuddered again and reached down to his...
Chapter 8 God, I hope we never have to do that again Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 * Monday, January 4th, 1932 Eliza pushed the vacuum across the rug. The noise was enough to wake the dead, as far as she was concerned, but it made cleaning the house so much easier she was willing to put up with noise. She was worried. James had not come out of his room for two days, now. There had been several calls from the different stores asking to speak to him, almost demanding...
copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Christmas morning, 1931 James Ewart’s home El Segundo, California Breakfast was a crowded but almost silent affair. The children had all eaten much earlier and were playing with more Christmas gifts that had magically appeared under the small but beautiful tree. Eliza knew her sister and she knew something had happened last night. She heard the door close and the sound of her sister’s crying. Yet, this morning, she was smiling at Mr....
‘We have to have sex, Jimmy, otherwise…’ Copyright @ All rights reserved, 2011 * Christmas Evening, 1931 Rather than fall down and look foolish, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light still present in the room from the moonlight. Bethany slid out of her slippers and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Jimmy, I’m sorry that Lizbeth brought back sad memories.’ He moved over on the bed to give her more room. ‘No, Bethany, they weren’t sad memories, they were good memories. I needed...
Chocolate Kisses 2: Pearl Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Chapter 4 – Early December 4th, 1941 It was one week after Thanksgiving that Bethany strolled leisurely into the kitchen and dreamingly ran her fingers along the counter, a sleepy smile on her still somnolent face. She stopped for a moment and fed a macadamia nut to their parrot, Jolly Roger, brought home after the dog died. Eliza brought over two cups of coffee, sat down and poured milk into hers. ‘Bethany Rose…...
Introduction: A story of my favorite Fuck Toy Friday. Chocolate Cake I picked up my phone as I drove and dialed the number. Hello he said. Im on my way Good was his response. I turned onto his street and into his open garage. He shut the door behind me as I got out of my car. I walked to him and he reached out and patted my ass as we walked together into his house. This snowy weather sure sucks, and just listen to that wind I said to him. Yes he agreed its a good night to stay in...
We had met at a seminar the month before, and had been messaging and chatting since. She was 38, married with two teenage kids, starting to rebuild her career, having taken a break. I could see she was a go-getter, fiercely intelligent, and going to be successful. If I had vacancies in my company, I would have head hunted her. Instead, here we were on another course (long booked ahead), planning to meet at the hotel. She was about five-foot-eight, to my six-feet. She was half Scottish, half...
HumorIt all started with me in the kitchen baking a chocolate cake, I had bits of flour in my hair and on my face and even a speck of chocolate on the tip of my nose as I stood there in short shorts, over the knee black socks, tank top and a sweater that was zipped up halfway. My hair was pulled into a messy bun and had flour in it- it was mid afternoon when you walked in and leaned on the other side of the counter I was sitting on, you chuckled as you took in my appearance. "You still look...
First TimeCopyright © 2002, 2003 Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." Of course, that meant I needed to go to the store. I occasionally joke about having married into royalty. She tosses that "imperial we" around quite a bit. She was sitting in front of the computer when she made her pronouncement, so I wandered over to see what inspired my latest Saturday shopping trip. I fully expected to see virtualchocolate.com, or chocosphere.com or any of a dozen chocolate-related sites....
I had a 5 acre yard just outside a rural town with lots of trees around my place. This was a lot of work to keep up but I love to putter on the yard all weekend. My shop was across the yard from the house with trees in between so if anyone came to the house I would not notice unless they came to the shop. My wife went to her moms every Friday night and the kids had all moved out. I was 48 in fairly decent shape. I'd been in the shop for an hour when I had to take a pee. I would...
Turn About Is Fair Play One of my neighbors is named Bill. Bill is not particularly good looking and a very dominating person. He is always telling his poor wife what to do how to do it. She can’t do anything without Bill getting involved. Bill is a Carpenter. I bought some pictures last summer that Jerry never got around to putting up so I asked Bill if he would come over and put them up. He said he would be over when he got time. That was Bill everything had to be done on his schedule. ...
Turn About Is Fair Play One of my neighbors is named Bill. Bill is not particularly good looking and a very dominating person. He is always telling his poor wife what to do how to do it. She can't do anything without Bill getting involved. Bill is a Carpenter. I bought some pictures last summer that Jerry never got around to putting up so I asked Bill if he would come over and put them up. He said he would be over when he got time. That was Bill everything had to be done on his...
BDSMI know what they say about it not being your fault; that you are the victim and are in no way responsible when someone forces you to have sex. Still, I cannot help but feel somewhat to blame. I, after all, did stupidly put myself in a bad place and even if circumstances did play a part in what happened, I would still be a virgin if only I had not taunted him so. My brother, Howie, and I had a typical roller coaster, sibling rivalry relationship. We had the usual childhood fights and were...
Introduction: Becky comes back to sell more chocolates with her friend After lunch Becky and Nicole hopped on their bikes and cycled out to my place making plans as the came. If my wife came to the door they would try and sell her some chocolates and ask about chores in order to earn some spending money. Becky told Nicole not to let on that she had been there the evening before as she didnt know what I might have told my wife if anything. But how are we going to get Mr. Thomas to do anything...
I first met Jessie during the summer when she would come to the Senior League baseball games to watch her son play ball. I was the coach. As with most youth athletic programs, some parents come to the games, some don't, but as the season wore on and the team was winning ballgames, more of the moms were showing up and sitting in the stands behind our benchSeveral of the moms were hot and dressed the part with short cut-offs and halter tops, but Jessie is the one that always stood out, and I'd...
InterracialI picked up my phone as I drove and dialed the number. "Hello" he said. "I'm on my way" "Good" was his response. I turned onto his street and into his open garage. He shut the door behind me as I got out of my car. I walked to him and he reached out and patted my ass as we walked together into his house. "This snowy weather sure sucks, and just listen to that wind" I said to him. "Yes" he agreed "it's a good night to stay...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 * Epilog: September 4th, 1985 HONOLULU (AP) Rear Admiral James Ewart and his wife of over 50 years, Bethany Rose, died within moments of each other, Friday, August 30th at their home in Popukea. Although a fighter ace during World War One, the admiral and his wife were members of the Office of Naval Intelligence starting with the attack at Pearl Harbor and they kept their hand in as consultants until 1983. Services will be held at the...
‘Hello, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Peter Nathan. No doubt you’ve been hearing a lot of new names lately.’ He had seen her around the office for a few weeks. He thought she was kind of attractive, tall, about 5’7′ with small breasts and a lean build. He shook those thoughts from his head. He usually didn’t bother to meet new people for a while but he seemed to be walking by her fairly often, either on the way to the rest rooms or coming back from the coffee shop. He didn’t want...
Chapter 6 There’s no glory in death… Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Monday, December 28, 1931 At seven o’clock sharp, James sat down to the breakfast. Eliza, surprised to see him returning to his usual pattern, poured him a glass of cold fresh orange juice and went to fry a couple of pancakes and an egg, ‘sunny-side up.’ She glanced at him several times while the food was cooking, wondering if there was any significance to his early rising. As he finished his second...
In the tale, ‘Chocolate Kisses,’ the characters of this story, were introduced. That tale related a forbidden romance in Depression Era Los Angeles. James Ewart, 45, a World War One fighter ace whose children were viciously murdered. His wife, Catherine, committed suicide after becoming pregnant with the murderer’s child. Years later, he fell in love with Bethany Rose, a colored woman. Bethany Rose, 33, a college nursing student who dropped out due to the Depression. She and her Jimmy moved...
copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved 2011 Venice, California Tuesday, December 8th, 1931 James Ewart drove north along the coastline to Albert Kinney’s vanishing dream. Venice, built with such fanfare twenty-five years ago had become nothing more than the backwash of an oil field. In 1930, amid much enthusiasm, the Ohio Oil Company struck oil. While it boosted the local economy with new wealth, the physical degradation caused by the drilling just changed the nature of the area’s...
It all started with me in the kitchen baking a chocolate cake, I had bits of flour in my hair and on my face and even a speck of chocolate on the tip of my nose as I stood there in short shorts, over the knee black socks, tank top and a sweater that was zipped up halfway. My hair was pulled into a messy bun and had flour in it- it was mid afternoon when you walked in and leaned on the other side of the counter I was sitting on, you chuckled as you took in my appearance. ‘You still look...
It was a delicate balance, the temperature and texture of the chocolate I was preparing to pour over his cock. It wasn’t really something I was prepared to get wrong, so I worked carefully, meticulously. Of course I had to test and taste it often, but one has to make sacrifices for true art. I gently warmed the thick cream in a double boiler with a stick of cinnamon, carefully avoiding bringing it to the boil. The chips of dark Lindt chocolate melting in the cream took on a warm gloss as they...
Chapter 1 This story is about my Mom and Dad. They both had passed away a few months apart. Mom went first at age eighty-one and Dad at age eighty-four. They had been married sixty-two years. This story only covers a very small aspect of their lives. Every two years we have a family reunion at Lola Valley Park, in Michigan. It been going on as long as I can remember. Throughout the years, as our elders passed away, the next generation of our family continued on with the tradition. My...
With money not being a problem due to the earnings of Fiona especially and Alice whilst at Donald's warehouse I was able to purchase a three bedroomed apartment on the fifteenth floor of a new build plot right in the heart of the city overlooking the new shopping complex that was full of shops, restaurants, a casino and a few bars. The apartment was well overpriced at £400,000 but I had money to burn and purchased it with my card. We got the keys and went there instantly in a cab leaving...
Introduction: Names changed to protect the guilty By seven o clock the next morning wed packed up most of our possessions that couldnt easily be replaced in to three suitcases and headed in to the town centre. We stopped for breakfast in a café, and at nine o clock we were through the front door of an estate agents looking for a new flat. With money not being a problem due to the earnings of Fiona especially and Alice whilst at Donalds warehouse I was able to purchase a three bedroomed...
Professor Prick The Beginning It's been a nice day not too hot with a light breeze, as I recline back in a lilo a glass of white wine in one hand and a long white menthol cigarette in the other. I watch as the sun glints on the water in the swimming pool. The water gently, lapping against the side of the pool. My mind drifted back to just around 15 years ago when thing's were not as good as this and life was so different. Let me tell you about it............ My name was Craig...
Hi all. This is varun. It was in December 2015. I accepted a project in Pune in the month of November from an java coaching institute. My part was to train students in aptitude for placements. I was given with 8 days to cover all the topics in two different batches c1 and c2. 4 days in Nov and 4 in December. In d month of Nov my training went very well and all were very impressed. Everyday students used to come up with doubts and for my suggestions. The last session finishes at 4. But I used...
I hate my older brother Rick. “Rick is a prick!” How on Earth can this asshole be related to me? When I tell you about the shit this guy has pulled you’ll understand why I think he’s a “prick.” It all started when I was 17-years-old. I remember it was a Saturday evening when I returned home from a movie I’d been dying to see. When I rounded the corner of the block where my house was, I noticed all the lights were off. As I got closer to the front door, I noticed a faint glow coming from the...
We are in the garden. You are dressed in old baggy trousers and a shirt, your hair is tied up, you look so beautiful. We are on all fours on opposite sides of a flower bed, as we chat we are weeding and tidying the soil, I steal occasional glances of your gorgeous cleavage down the front of your shirt. We continue and then you catch me peeping. You kneel upright put the back of your hand to your forehead to indicate you are hot, you shake your shirt to generate some breeze and undo another...
Isabella Brown was a snotty twenty one year old student, on a holiday with her two best friends from university in Santorini, Greece. They stayed in a small hotel and went down to the beach everyday to catch some rays and swim. ‘Come on, Isabella, you got to come out with us tonight,’ urged one of her best friends called Lucy Dixon. She was a petite blonde with baby blue eyes. Isabella groaned and sighed heavily, as if she didn’t say yes to her friends they’d just go on and on and she’d never...