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.
Two nameless female strangers meet at a local gym. Both attracted to one another but either knowing how to approach the subject.That is until an innocent dinner date goes pear-shaped…
I love eating Pussy. I'm not ashamed to let you know that I simply love to eat Pussy. As I have met women over the years I notice that my mind goes there when there is an attraction or chemistry between us. I dream of how her body would move or how she’d sound when she really into it.
I decided to start getting in shape…..making it my business to make myself go to the gym at which I met a woman a few years younger than myself. The first time she caught my attention she was jogging on the treadmill in front of me. Let just say I notice her ass bouncing in her cute little outfit. From her perky breast, to her flat stomach, to her lovely hips and head crushing thighs; this woman was walking perfection.
Over the weeks we bonded and looked forward to meeting one another making my days at the gym easier to tolerate. We had a lot in common same likes and some dislikes. Over time she would make comments about my breast. I couldn’t tell if she was flirting or simply making general conversation. She would talk about how she wished that she had breast like mine. How sexy I look in my work attire when I come to the gym after work. I made the beat out of it; I made sure that I wore push-up bra to accentuate what God given me. My hardened nipples were a dead give away when I was horny and she made them stand at attention. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I’d have her thighs around my head.
Picking me up from the gym one night we went to dinner at a local eatery. She wore a sundress that settled two inches above makes her knees that made her stand out in the crowd. Before and during dinner I was horny my nipples ached and now our flirtation conversation caused them to beg to be released from the restraints of my 38 DD bra.
I removed my black 4” high heels and play with her leg under the table. Sliding my toes up and down her calves, visibly turned on she barely touched her salad. Looking into her eyes I got down and dirty in conversation. She blushed and gasps when my toes rubbed her lower thigh just above her knees. Sitting on the edge on my booth and I noticed that she was scooting to the edge of her seat guiding my foot to her upper thighs until my toes lightly touched the wet crouch of her panties. She squeezed my foot as she open and closed her thighs, touching her clit with my big toe. We didn’t stay for dinner just tea and salad.
Driving to hotel near by she raised her dress to show her muscular thighs. I reached over pinched her nipples and ran my hand down her inner thigh. Pressing my hand to her wet panties, I could feel her big clit craving my attention. Inserting a couple of my fingers into her pussy she moans. Easing my fingers out, she gasped biting her bottom lip.
“I want you to taste yourself.” I said as I put my fingers to her mouth.
With her naked on the bed I place a pillow under her ass being her pussy up to my face as rest between her legs focusing on the meal laid before me. I did what any woman likes to have done, mind stimulation. Patiently getting her to the point when I could kiss any part of her body and she’d tremble. I licked and sucked her inner thighs.
“Hold your pussy lips open for me baby.” I said allowing her to believe she was in control of the situation when in reality her submitting to my will was a forgone conclusion. She bucked her pussy against my mouth as I slowly spelled the alphabet with my soft tongue around and over her clit as I fucked her with two fingers. Gradually I brought her back under control by softly sucking her clit until she couldn’t take any more and succumbed willingly.
We rolled over as she sat on my face leaning back with her thighs squeezing the sides of my head. I sucked on her clit, she fucked my pussy with four fingers leaning back bucking her hips. I could feel my orgasm rising. I screamed as she pinched my clit sending me into a mind blowing orgasm. She fucked my face until her screaming orgasm left her completely dazed.
We got met a few times afterwards….each time was as good as the first.