Lila walked slowly across campus toward her dorm. She had spent the last few weeks stuck in the library studying for finals. The fall quarter was finally coming to an end. She opened the main door to her dorm using her student id card and then started up the stairs for her room. Her roommate Pamela was probably gone already, back to New York for Christmas. Lila pulled her long dark hair up as she walked up the stairs, she was tired and her back

Id never been friendly with a black girl before but Tamara was different, not only different from any black girl Id ever met but different from any white girl, as well. Some of it might have been that she grew up in Jamaica and had a lilting BritishCaribbean accent that didnt seem as threatening as the ghetto speak of the other black girls I knew. Whatever it was, we hit it off from the first day she started working in the grocery store. When she was working the register and I was bagging, it was more fun that Id

He was never more than a few inches away from her as they finished shedding their wet clothes. When they were both completely naked, he put one arm behind her back, and the other behind her knees and scooped her up into his arms. He walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers, and gently laid her down in the center of it. Without any words between them, she opened her legs, and he took his place between them and on top of her.

He continued fucking my wife in front on me. His face was keen but set with a fixed grin that revealed his satisfaction and pleasure. Sandra was pained, her face pale, foreboding but the pleasure on her face was quite obvious. Frequent and helpless groans spilling from her mouth. Eyes tightly closed as Hasim stretched and used her. He pulled out, laughing, rubbing his cock and eyeing my wifes pussy with satisfaction. Able to do whatever he wanted.

He held his ray gun at the ready. It was clear that someone had stopped at nothing in their search for the cultures. The incubator had been smashed. The flasks had gone. Someone had got what they came for. Someone, or something. The door on the far side was wrenched from its frame. What ever had done this had used considerable force.

When they arrived at Tammys apartment Tammy opened the door and Christina barged in past her. She started looking in every room and just checking out the place like she owned it. When she finished she came back to where Tammy was standing and told her to strip. Tammy could not believe what she heard and asked, ;What?; ;You heard me slave, I said strip. You are not allowed to wear clothes when at home, unless I tell you

Brodie couldnt dance worth a lick. Most people found this strange. Brodie had been playing in bands since he was sixteen and was one of the best drummers in town. The man knew how to keep a beat when he was behind his trap set but couldnt make his body move to it when he was on a dance floor. Maybe thats what attracted him to Jennifer. Brodie was the only white dude in an otherwise black jazz combo. They were doing a gig in a small club in Harlem when Jennifer first caught his eye. Behind her glasses she looked like a little secretary.

I really cant remember when David and I first started talking. Although it has been almost a year now, it seems as if we have known each other forever. We have shared so much of ourselves with each other. Our thoughts, fantasies, desires. We knew that it would happen one day. We knew that we had so much in common that we would fall in love with each other. Sounds silly considering that we had never met. And we are from two very different worlds.

This is a fictional story a work of fantasy. I have a relatively small family, theres my mother, father, and two sisters, Karen is two years younger than me at and Molly is twenty-three. My father works hard to support the family so he is out of town a few days a month, he works in marketing at some company downtown. My mother is a franchise distributor for a major food corporation. My older sister was always the rebellious one she has her and eyebrow pierced, her hair dyed different colors all the time and has boyfriends that scare the family.

Bite the rope." Take-san struck a match and lighted a red candle. I was scared! Fire...scared me!! "Hiiii!!!" I screamed. Fire...fires horrifying... Long ago, my home was burnt in a fire. Dad, mom, my two sisters, and my baby brother were all killed in the fire. I was not home because of my apprenticeship at a local whore bar. The fire made me an orphan, and I was sold. So...fire scared me..