This is my recollection of The Revolution. Not the sexual revolution as such, but the real revolt of the human animals against their keepers, those who passed the millions of laws to protect us from ourselves and to enslave our soul, spirt, our very humanity.
I have the luxury of having discovered, in the ruins of Chicago, the Morgue of the Chicago Sun Times newspaper. With not much else left to do I have been reading through the archives of daily and Sunday editions to help me relive the past 35 years.
What memories there are. My most exciting time [read more...]
[Chapter 1 Ann Ascends the Mountain]
Ann Macafee was one of those girls you dream about but never get.
She hung around with the “in” crowd, which was a mixture of atheletes, college-preps, and the stars of the drama club. You could see them at every lunch hour, all clustered around the big live-oak in the central quad, an invisible barrier of distain for all non-members seperating them from the general rabble. We all hated them. We all wanted to be them. They were the elite that just naturally floats to the top of every high school.
Ann Macafee [read more...]
“So I’ll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you this morning. No panties.” Click. It was Jack on the phone. He’s on his way home and he’s bringing a friend you haven’t met. The two of you haven’t been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be nice. The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have in mind? It’s high above the knees and tight around your bottom. You’ll have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty sandals [read more...]
Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I never learn. But then again, it’s not always all that bad. Maureen is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance with her … that’s how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had barely established a pleasant acquaintance [read more...]
Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself….. and tell you of my shame. My name is Mrs. Barbara Jones. I am 35 years old; married to a rather submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High math. I also serve as the department head. I do not have what is considered a knock out body but I can turn a man’s head when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my measurements are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six inches. I have light brown hair and I wear it in a semi- page boy type hairdo which [read more...]
Before I start I must tell you a little about myself. I am a Black Male who has a extraordinary desire for married white wives. My experience tells me that most, if possibly not all have a deep desire to taste the “forbidden fruit” of long black cock. Let me tell you of my latest conquest.
I work as a social worker in a large metropolitan hospital. My education includes a Doctorate Degree in Psychology; and a Masters Degree in Social Environments As such it was extremely easy for me to obtain a top job at a very influential teaching [read more...]
I watched the beautiful Mrs. Charles Thornber III slip into a fitful sleep on my black leather sofa. As she slipped away into slumber I watched as my sticky cum dripped from her stretched pussy lips onto her expensive blue skirt. She continued to lay on her stomach and cradle her auburn covered head in her hands. After what seemed an eternity of watching the beauty; especially the tight ass and long, long legs I covered her body with an Afghan on the back of the sofa. I then slid down in an easy chair directly across from the sofa [read more...]
Karen finally made her way to the waiting black teenager. She could see the mocking eyes, as she drove the two of them to their homes; their homes that stood side by side.
As Karen tried to slide up to her bedroom, as silently as possible, she heard her husband stir. Karen felt the black baby juice slide down the inside of her warm thighs, from her sopping cum filled pussy. As she entered her bathroom, her nostrils inhaled the dusky smell of SEX. The brutal fucking by the three black studs had filled her womb with sticky goo, which [read more...]
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J told me to write this such that people will want to read it.
So for dramatic effect I should have stopped at the word “Yes”,
but that wasn’t the end of last night. Besides, I have time to
tell the rest: he won’t be home from work for a while, and I
don’t have to get ready for him yet.
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– Chapter One -
The Clinic
Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone. She’d known John had been going
to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t
know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.
He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation
and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d
never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman [read more...]
