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It was the middle of December and the snow had been falling for days on end covering everything it touched in a thick white blanket. Cold watery sunshine was beginning to break through the heavy clouds but it was doing nothing to shake me out of my fit of winter blues. A delicious daydream beckoned a secluded sun-drenched shore on a faraway island but it was snatched out of reach by the rude interruption of the telephone. I picked up the handset and said nothing for a second but it was long enough for a nervous cough to reach my ears enough to let me know that it was my best friend Tom.

Kezzy you know you ve always been the temple of my adoration don t you? I could hear the nerves in his voice. I m a man in crisis you ve got to help! This was nothing new in fact it had been the same ever since we had met in our first year at university and I was always the first one he turned to when things went wrong.

What is it this time then? I settled back propping my feet up on the kitchen table to inspect my toenails.

Paint. He said flatly.

Matt emulsion poster… anything specific or just paint in general? I teased.

Don t be cute Kezzy my landlord is threatening a visit in a couple of days (more…)

My wife of five years never fails to surprise me. She is by far the best partner that I could ever hope for. That is both in and out of bed. She is as a great friend and a fantastic lover. Did I mention that she never fails to surprise me? Well this was one of those times.

I had just finished a shower and wandered into the bedroom to find her standing in front of the window with her back to me. Her delicate white panties were pulled down to her knees and she was leaning forward slightly her hands caressing her gorgeous tits. She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled at my momentary shock.

I recovered my senses and watched as her hands gently slid over her body. She was sighing and cooing at the sensation of the soft contact. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her pebble-sized nipples. One hand slipped down her tummy and stroked her glistening pussy. I love her pussy. It is so soft and warm I love the smell the taste and the feel of its hidden depths.

I dropped my towel and quietly walked up behind her. I fought the urge to throw her down and take her then and there. I lightly ran my fingers over her shoulders and down her spine. She shuddered and her nipples grew even harder. I let my hands wander over her smooth flesh. (more…)

Sometimes I just got to get myself some solace. A respite from life s problems you know? I was walking around the fields being an unemployed farmer whose farm got taken in by some big industrial complex. Just a tall heavyset Black man living in rural Georgia circa 1970. My name is Jack Bradford. I was once a student at the University of Georgia. I played college Football and had dreams of making it into the NFL. My career ended shortly before the NFL Draft. I got injured by some renegade cop dodging his former acolytes in a firefight. What are the odds of that huh?

When my dreams of playing Professional Football ended I returned to the farm where I was born. No shame in being a farmer. I didn t love it and I didn t hate it. It was just a job. A way to make ends meet. Until it got taken away from me. It s times like these which can make a man hate the world. Abraham Stonewall is the name. A native Georgian trying to survive harsh times. I worked on the farm my whole life. Then someday they came and took it away. I hate rich people. They think they own the world. The man who bought the farm was Arnold Harrelson a rich white man from Atlanta. I ended up getting my revenge on him. In more ways than one.

I showed up at his house one night to (more…)

I pull up to the curb around the corner from my apartment. It has been a very long day and more than anything I am glad to be home and am looking forward to a nice long bath some quiet music.

I turn off the car and look out my window before opening the door. For a moment my attention is drawn to the other side of the street. It is only for a moment and I shake my head thinking I have caught myself starting to day dream. Checking for traffic I open my car door and get out.

As I start to close the door again my attention is drawn across the busy street. I don t notice the cars racing by all I see is this man staring intently at me. There is something about his calm cool eyes that has caught me and holding me in place. I try to put a name to the face in that moment before I realize I don t know him. Before I shake myself free and finish closing my door walking around the car to get my stuff.

I feel him still watching as I move to open the door on the far side. Laughing at myself it is surely my imagination as I am not the type to turn anyone s head on the street especially after a long day at work.

I can t help myself but glance up as I open the door reaching in to get my bag. He appears to still have his full (more…)