Myra stood in a luxury condo wearing nothing but her black pantyhose. Sweat dripped off of the woman's body as she had just finished a long run and then done some lifting. As a part of her usual post-workout routine, Myra went to the condo to see someone close to her. The condo was in Miami and overlooked a great view for Myra to enjoy. As soon as she arrived in the condo, Myra stripped down nude which gave her one of the...

Chapter 2 Over at Studio 3, as he approached the hangar-like building which housed the sets of Dinastia, Pedro could hear fans of the show cheering. Every day a group of fans gathered outside the fenced off plot, in hopes for a chance to see their favorite stars. When Pedro got there, the fans were cheering Ana Clara Franca’s name. Ana Clara had been on the show for as long as Pedro could remember. She played Rafaela, the...

(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, The Southern Sheriff and The Black Rooster Resort.)   Chapter 1   Pedro Ramos sat in the control room overlooking the newsroom. He had been an editor at the Showo TV channel In São Paulo for the last two years. “Switch to Débora.” Hugo, the produce...

Classes were due to start in roughly two weeks. After years of studying, stressing, winning awards, and being a try hard, I simply wanted at least to relax. I just recovered from grueling wisdom teeth extraction as well, so my small vacation was riddled with pain and hunger. Finally, there was a chance at happiness in this short lived summer. There was a party tonight at Brittany’s mansion while her parents were away on b...

 She was at a social for her best friend's upcoming marriage. She had just sat down with a drink, when she felt someone's stare. She turned her head and looked into the eyes of a man across the dance floor. The way he looked at her made her body heat up. She couldn't look away, she was like a moth drawn to a night light.  After long minutes, he made his move, walking slowly across the dance floor. His eyes never left hers...

I never cease to be amazed by what stories people will tell me in bars. Perhaps I should become a bartender. I've spent enough time in bars and heard enough stories. I have always wondered how much of what I hear is true. There's something about the anonymity of the setting, the booze, and the mood. I don't know. Maybe they're truer than those told in the bald light of day. But one night a number of years ago I met a woma...

Hi, mi name is Alberto, a 24 yo. Spanish guy and here is my story that began to be created at a bus body so that all male passenger attention would only driven toward her; nobody uttered a word  -speechless, staring at this beauty. I reckon she was 35 yo. 1,75 tall, long waving  reddish hair. She wore a tight white blouse with low neck through which her wonderful breasts were seen, also the owner of some embellished tits,...