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Sharon and Dale had been friends and co-workers on the night shift for several years. There had always been some electricity between them, sort of smoldering just below the surface. It had never led to anything, much to Dale”s disappointment. Maybe it was because he was older, white, and married. For whatever reason, they had never taken their friendship to another level.

Sharon was about five feet tall and black. She possessed a quick wit and a lusty laugh that Dale found very sexy. Soaking wet she might weigh 110 pounds, Dale thought. She was very pretty, had a wonderful personality, and what Dale considered a perfect ass. Sharon had large, expressive eyes and a smile that could light up a dark room. Dale had been smitten with her since they first met. He was 40 then, and happily married. He had nurtured his crush on her for more than a decade, feeling sure that if he ever verbalized his desire he would damage their friendship and embarrass himself. Read more…

It had been a long day at my new job as a receptionist for Angelino Cosmetics. A long day in a week of long days after my husband had been laid off from his high paying job at General Motors. Word had it that the lay-off was only temporary, and would last no longer than it took to retool the plant for the new models. But with us living from paycheck to paycheck of late after building our new home, we both agreed –he grudgingly– that I should go to work while he did the finishing work on our new house. I think he learned to love the idea of me working once he found out that I had to dress up for my new job as around home I mostly wear jeans, and a loose fitting blouse, or a flannel night shirt that comes down around my ankles. Read more…

Chapter 1

Elaine Simon sat on her porch on a warm Sunday afternoon, watching her two children play in a large, homemade sandbox. Little Jimmy, with the red hair like his father, was four and his brother, Todd, who looked more like her, was almost two. Both boys were rambunctious, with Jimmy being the type “A” personality of the two and always wanting to get his own way. It seemed that she was constantly scolding him for taking things from his younger brother. It was a chore keeping up with the two of them, especially working ten-hour days at the law firm where she was a paralegal. It would have helped if the children’s father were around some of the time. As it was, it seemed like she was a single parent. Read more…

The way “Big John” looked at me made my skin crawl. He was big, black, and had to be 55–at least ten years older than my father.

It was the summer of 1988 and I had just graduated from high school. I felt great about myself because I had been voted “Class Beauty” as well as “Most Likely to Succeed.”

My father was very proud that I had achieved a 4.7 grade average. He was also proud of my looks. He always bragged to others about how beautiful I was. Being the President of a mid-sized conglomerate, he also would insert things about my achievements, and looks, in the company newsletter. I”d often thought, when he”d read these comments to our family over dinner, “Gee, did the employees really want to hear about how great I was?” Read more…

My name is Leasa. I work in Silicon Valley at a well know software firm as a marketing manager. I am 5″7″, 118 and blonde and blue eyed. At 30 I”ve kept my body in good shape: 36C-24-35. Needless to say, I was voted prettiest girl in both my high school and my college senior class.

Because of this most men have always been awkward and hesitant to approach me. I never had to learn to say “no” because the men were usually too insecure to approach me.

I met my husband in the Valley, fell in love and got married last fall. Shortly thereafter a much older, black maintenance man at my company, named Amos, started flirting with me and asking me out to lunch. Read more…

“Aaron, Adam, Adrian, Alonzo, Alfonzo, Amber,” ‘There’s one,’ Brian thought as he went through the names in Niya’s cell phone. “Andrew, Anthony, Antonio, Arthur, Austin, Breanna,” ‘There’s another one,’ he thought as he continued through the phonebook until he found his name between ‘Brandon’ and ‘Chris’. ‘Damn, there’s a lot of guys’ numbers in here,’ he thought, feeling himself get a little agitated.

“What are you doing?” Niya’s voice said behind him as he jumped.

“I was, uh, using your cell phone because, ah, I can’t find mine,” Brian said avoiding her gaze. Read more…

Lana awoke to the birds chirping, the sun shining brightly and the wind whipping her drapes about. She loved the early morning hours before the heat of the day set in. The slender blond wife threw on a flimsy robe and descended the stairs for her morning coffee. While sipping her wake-me-up beverage, her thoughts turned to her next-door neighbors. Lana’s husband had moved out and she did not miss him at all. Thanks to the sexy black couple, Dee and Virgil had become her best friends, and sex with them was better than anything that she had ever imagined. She felt the moisture form between her legs just thinking about them. Read more…

“This is a fictional account.

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Author’s Note: I’m hoping you all like this, though I imagine it will not please everyone. It’s different somewhat from my other works for a reason. If you don’t like interracial sex, you might want to exit now. Enjoy, hopefully. ”

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Kelli had been away at college in Texas from her home on a farm in upstate New York for a couple months when Amber, her roommate, suggested they go to a party. Amber was pretty, popular on campus, and always ready for a party, especially if it involved sex. She was usually the instigator in their weekend activities and this week was no different. Read more…

Shelly wasn’t really that attractive but she wasn’t butt ugly. She is in between being a little bit cute and average ugly if there is such a thing. She would be drop dead gorgeous to a bunch of nerds and geeks and member’s of the chest team. She was hot in a nerdish kind of way. None to less, she had some eye popping huge titties jutting from her chest inside her tight tennis shirt. I knew she had to be a virgin. It would be very sweet to relief her of it. I’m sure with some charm; I could get her to fuck me later on. That’s if, we get a change to be alone and I had a hence that we will be. Read more…

Years ago, my first wife and I were invited to a Christmas party given by one of the nurses at the hospital where she worked. I hated going to these things because I didn’t really know anyone there, and the parties went on literally until the sun came up. Joan was the only white woman at the hospital, and being the only white people at the party was always kind of interesting, but just not knowing too many people made them seem like they dragged on for hours and hours. Everybody has probably attended one of those get togethers where all the people know each other from work so they trade insider stories all night. Read more…