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 The phone rang at the security desk.  Bill put down his newspaper and looked at the clock.  It was 8:10; everyone should have been gone by now. He picked up a pencil to log the call, then answered the phone.  “Security desk, Bill speaking.”
 ”Hi Bill.” The woman’s voice was soft and smooth.  “It’s Jayde.  I’m hoping that you can help me.”
 ”I’ll do what I can, ma’am.  What seems to be the trouble?”
 ”Ah, well, no trouble, so to speak. But, um, I was hoping that you could come in the conference room.  My friend Mae said that you were very, uh, creative, in helping her the other night after everyone had left.” (more…)

I’d never been friendly with a black girl before but Tamara was different, not only different from any black girl I’d 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 British/Caribbean accent that didn’t 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 I’d ever had in my short sweet life. One night we were out on break together and I fired up a skinny joint. She gave me a big old grin, her pearly white teeth just shining in her pretty black face and took to sucking that smoke down like a pro, no coughing or nothing. With a bit of buzz on I finally found the guts to ask her out and just about shit my pants when she said yes. I knew my daddy would just about flip if he knew I was dating a black girl but figured what he didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him none. (more…)

Hi, it’s me, “Frank” again, guest-authoring in my wife’s space once more, as I did in our second erotic tale. My wife is letting me tell this story, this time, from my perspective, since I’m the one who plotted and schemed all the details of this particular adventure. But I’ll let her tell the next story again, because she told the first and third stories so well, she usually plots most of what we get up to anyway, and she often has a more descriptive perspective on our sex- life than I do. So please bear with my writing skills, or lack thereof, one more time, and I promise you that my sexy, passionate wife will have another of her great real-life stories for you very soon. (more…)

I was sitting there reading over my biology notes when I saw him enter the lounge.  It’s hard not to miss him.  He’s flat out gorgeous, 6′0″, muscular, blonde hair, blue eyes and a great smile.  He’s the dreamiest white guy I’ve ever seen.  But I never pursued anything since I’ve only seen him date white girls, cheerleader types at that.  I returned my attention to my biology and absent mindedly ate my chocolate fluff sandwich. Ya I know, not really healthy, but I’ve never been worried about that.  As much junk as I eat I should be a whale, but I’m a nice size 4 and got the hourglass thing happenin for me so I don’t care.  (more…)

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.” (more…)