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This is me talking here. Once I get done typing out these words, everything is going straight to the internet. It’s late already. My husband and my two kids are all in bed asleep, while I’m down in the basement library typing this confession. I am a hotwife. I’ve got the tramp-stamp, Black Cock-slut outfits and customised ‘Queen of Spades’ jewellery to prove my word. As far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a freak of a hotwife. My husband knows it, too. He knew about it when we began dating, and after we got married. He’s supported me through this endeavour, and I will always love and cherish him for sticking by me. The road wasn’t easy. There were times I sat and questioned myself whether seriously if this was something I wanted to explore. If there was a chance for me to say no, I would have. But I’ve always considered myself a whore. A whore who loves Black men. Yes, I love strong, black men. They are the only ones capable of f

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Chapter 1 - A petrifying Prologue My name is Gina Gilson. It is my singular duty to decipher and record the sad, unlucky story of Ellen Hall. I am sorry to disappoint but there is no entertainment to be found in this chronicle. Her story is one containing many horrible turns and traumatic events, as such, I recommend you stop reading it now, spend your time finding a happier story to enjoy. Ellen Hall's calamitous endeavors do not begin at her birth, quite the opposite, she had a rather delightful childhood filled with loving, caring parents. They don't begin at the age of 15 when her parents passed away, leaving her their house, money and a hole in her heart that her girlfriend filled with time. No, after many years trying to pinpoint the beginning of our story I can tell you it all began many years ago. It was a sunny day when Ellen decided to spend it at the beach. Ellen was an eighteen-year-old woman at the point in time with a high lifestyle, she's an intelligent person, we

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It was 7:30 on a Friday night and Paul was still at the office. He had intended to leave by 5:00 today, but as happened all too often he was still working. His friend was expecting him at a party later tonight, with lots of girls -- Paul was in the middle of a dry-spell and his friends were trying to get him out of it -- but he wasn't in the mood to try and get laid. Paul went walking around his office floor, trying to clear his head a bit. He noticed a cubicle light on. He hadn't expected anyone else in his company to be at work still. He looked over. It was that girl. He didn't know her, had just seen her around the office and couldn't help but stare at her tits and ass everytime he saw her. Her clothing just seemed to always fit her body perfectly. He didn't even know her name, as he had never worked with her. He probably should know her name, he was the Vice-President of the company after all. He looked at the name tag above her desk; "Claire." He said it outloud, under his breath

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