Hello everyone! My name is Tracy Ames. I’m an up and coming author of multicultural/interracial fiction that combines hot sexual energy with a proper storyline.
I began writing short stories for monthly newsletters and, believe it or not, my own friends. Now, after much encouragement from my growing fan base over the past couple of years, I’m ready to offer you a taste of what only a few have previously savored.
Being in a interracial relationship (I’m African-American and my husband is a WASP) I was disappointed with the lack of multicultural/interracial fiction on the market. Don’t get me wrong there are really good interracial novels out there however the biggest complaint that I heard from my readers is that they were turned off by the stories geared towards vampires, the paranormal and dodgy characters. What you will not find in my stories are guns, car chases and drugs deals. Like most women I prefer to have my man in my bed and out of jail. If that’s your thing then more power to you!
What my stories will offer is a sensual feast for your senses; mind, body and soul. My advice is to grab a cup of coffee or tea, slip into your PJs, curl up in a nice cozy chair and enjoy the story. Chances are you won’t easily forget my characters and you’ll be waiting for the follow-up to their sagas.
After graduating from college with a degree in Computer Science, I dove into corporate
America as a software engineer. Feeling unfulfilled as a work-a-day office drone, I’m now able to devote on my attention to writing full-time. In addition to writing my other interest include listening to live music (support local artist regardless of the genre!), guitar, competitive ballroom and salsa dancing, traveling the world (last trip was to China), and photography. I’ll be posting pictures from my travels so please stop by the site often for updates.
IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked
“Hello”
“Hi Justine?”
“Sorry, there is no Justine here.”
“I’m sorry. I must have dialed the wrong number.”
“No problem. Goodbye.” Vicky said hanging up the phone and curling up on her sofa for yet another Friday night in front on the TV. He didn’t sound so bad. Maybe I should have talked to him. But if he’s looking for Justine it’s not worth my time. Is that the phone again?
“Hello.”
“I’m sorry, it’s me again.” The deep male voice said with a slight laugh.
“Yeah, I thought you’d be calling back. I think she gave you the wrong number, it happens.” She said to his amusement.
“I guess so but then again she wasn’t half as interesting as she thought she was. I’ll never do another favor for a friend again.”
“Sorry to hear it. I hope you night gets better.” She said.
“It can’t get any worse. I’m home alone on a Friday night when the rest of Seattle is out living it up,” he said making Vicky laugh. “What are you doing sitting at home?”
“Nothing better to do and no one to keep me company.”
“Sad story but you’re not alone. I’m with you. By the way my name is Shane.”
“Nice to meet you Shane. I’m Vicky. Are you new in town?” she asked.
“Does it show?”
“Yes.”
“Damn. I moved here three weeks ago. A friend of mine gave me a number of a ‘friend’ of his, Justine.”
“Oh I get it. Sorry it didn’t work out.”
“I’m not. You saved me from having to listen to her yank on all night about the plight of White women in modern America. I can only listen to so much before dark impulses start to arise.”
“Hey how to you know I’m not an oppressed White woman.”
“Because you’ve held my interest for two solid minutes.” He said flirtatiously.
Vicky sunk into the cushion of her sofa. “I’m glad I’ve entertained you. If you don’t have any plans and you’re not afraid of coming over to a perfect stranger’s house then you are more then welcomed to come over and hand out with me.”
“I was hoping you’d ask but I have to tell you something. I’m White.”
“I know.”
“How did you know?”
“Because when I heard your voice my pussy got wet. My address is 2800 Yancy Blvd.
“I’ll see within the hour and when I get there I’ll see what I can do to your pussy.”
Less than 45 minutes later Shane was standing on her front porch. Normally going for the dark haired White man, Vicky couldn’t help being turned on by the blonde, blue eyed man kneeling before her working her long brown legs apart and she wasn’t putting up a fight. “Lift your ass.” Shane said removing Vicky’s underwear.
Spreading her legs, he kissed her pussy lips. She inhaled sharply and relaxed feeling his tongue flick her erect clit. “You like that? You like having your clit sucked?” he asked.
“Yeah. Oh shit!” She called out as he drove into her pussy, working her into a frenzy. He licked and sucked, kissed and licked while Vicky pulled at the sheets. “Wait, I’m about to cum.”
“Not yet.” Shane said stand that positioning himself between Vicky’s legs. “Let me know if it hurts.”
“I doubt that you’ll….oh shit!!” she shouted having misjudged his endowment. “Fuck Shane.” Her legs shook and her large brown tits bounced as he attacked her tender pussy. Her head pressed into the pillow, her hands clawed at his back.
“Vicky, you feel fucking amazing. Tell me if you have to tap out.” He said into her ear. She released a guttural moan. “Are you cumming baby?” he asked but she couldn’t answer; he large white cock was having its way with her slick pussy. She was at his mercy with little to do but allow him to do as he pleased. She screamed again as her orgasmic pussy sucked at him. “I see you like it rough. Good, me to. Turn over.” He said pulling out and flipping her over on her stomach. Without warning he slammed into her forcing her forward.
“Shane I’m cumming. Please harder.” She called out to him as he gripped her ass. Taking her queue, he yanked her up on all fours and drove into her with such power she had to brace herself against the headboard. It was clear she wasn’t going to be the one controlling this fuck-fest. He knew exactly what he wanted and what she needed. She pussy gave him whatever he needed to get them both off. Her orgasm approached, her pussy began to slosh, and she shouted his name continuously; he drove harder and harder until her orgasm shook them both.
“Shit Vicky, I’m cumming!” He pulled out of her and shot his load all over his round brown ass before he collapsed beside her. Minutes went by before either was capable of speaking. “Woman that was amazing. I didn’t see this happening tonight.”
“Either did I.”