“Hey you, get back here!” I yelled as he ran away.

“What is going on Ma'm?” A police officer asked.

“That man stole my purse!” I said pointing at the thief.

The police officer ran up to him and told him to stop, but he didn't listen. The man kept running down the road with my purse. I didn't know what to do. I figured that it would be best if I just stayed where I was. I'm sure a cop could handle this bad guy better than I could.

Then, it hit me. All of my money was in my purse. I was getting ready to go pay my rent after I got a few groceries. This man had all of my money. If he got away, I would end up not having a place to live.

“You better fucking stop.” I said as I started to follow the robber and the policeman.

I realized that I had no choice but to follow him. If I didn't, he might get away with all of my money. I ran as fast as I could. I was surprised there wasn't fire under my feet. You know, how in cartoons peoples' feet catch on fire when they run fast. I felt like I was in one of those cartoons.

I seen that the cop and the robber was playing some sort of game. The cop was peeking around the corner while the robber was trying to get away. I told myself that I wasn't going to play any games with this son of a bitch. So, I chased the guy.

“You better stop before I fucking kill you.” I said chasing the man.

“Ma'm don't you get involved with this.” The officer said.

“Fuck you. You aren't getting my purse back.” I said as I chased him.

The robber didn't notice a crack in the sidewalk and he fell straight down on his face. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him.

“Take this you son of a bitch.” I said as I pulled out his hair.

“Ouch, you're hurting me.” He said.

I took my fist and I hit him as hard as I could in the face. My knee was in the middle of his back to make sure he couldn't get up.

“You will learn not to fuck with me.” I said as I hit him in the mouth.

His whole face was now bleeding. I didn't know where I got the courage from to do something like this. I guess that happens when you are fearful that you could become homeless. I didn't feel guilty for hitting the man. I felt guilty for his mother for giving birth to such a dumb mother fucker.

“Get her off! She is going to kill me.” He begged the officer as I beat his face in.

“Ma'm you will have to get off of him.” The officer said.

I stood up and I rolled the guy over. His whole face was covered in blood. He was so afraid of me, he actually pissed his pants.

“Here is a little something to remind you not to fuck with me again.” I said as I kicked him in the nuts.

“What are you trying to do?” The officer said as he yanked me away from the robber.

“Listen buddy, that fucker tried to steal my rent money.” I said.

“I don't give a fuck who you are. If that guy is going to steal my rent money, I'm going to make him wish he didn't.” I said.

“You know I can arrest you?” The officer said. “You are going to arrest me because I beat up a thief?” I asked in a cocky tone.

“I won't arrest you. But, if you hurt him anymore I will.” The cop said as he backed away from me. I knew he knew that I wasn't going to put up with any shit. I grabbed my purse and I walked away. I over heard the police officer calling in for an ambulance. Maybe I was a little hard on the guy, I don't know. All I know is, I wouldn't have a place to live or anything to eat if he got away with my purse. Speaking of eating, I realized I had to go get some groceries.

I went into the corner market. It isn't a big place, certainly not as big as these new fancy grocery stores. But, that is okay. I don't like those places anyway. Pedro, he is the guy who owns this place. He is a cute Mexican who I have fucked a few times. I know it sounds bad, but I have always wanted to stick a cucumber in my pussy and have him eat it out.

“Hola Pedro.” I said as I walked into the store.

I don't know much spanish, but I know words like Hola. Pedro likes it when I talk to him in spanish.

“Hola senorita.” He said back to me.

“What happened to you?” Pedro asked.

“I got in a fight with a guy.” I said while looking over the fruit. “A fight? You in a fight?” He laughed.

“The son of a bitch tried to steal my purse.” I said.

I looked around and no one was in the store. It was as dead as it could possibly be.

“It sure is dead around here.” I said as I looked around.

“It usually is this time of day.” Pedro said while looking at his wrist watch.

“You look like you are very tense.” He said.

“I am. That asshole has tore me up.” I said.

“Why don't you come in the back and sit down?” Pedro said as he walked away from me.

I followed him into the back. This is the area where we had fucked. I have only fucked him a few times, but I had a lot of fun. Pedro has a very large cock. I don't know if all Mexican's have large cocks, but he sure does.

“Let me massage your shoulders.” He said as he walked behind me.

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“Miss, could I be seated in the smoking section?” I asked as I waved down a waitress.

Normally I would stand there and wait until someone waited on me. But, I wasn't in the mood for that. I had so much fucking shit to do, that I didn't want to waste one minute.

“Sure thing, follow me.” The lady said as she picked out a table for me.

I sat down and lit a cigarette. I blew the smoke out of my nostrils and sat back in the chair. The smoke felt good as it went into my lungs. But, coming out was another story. I coughed so damn hard, I was actually wishing that I wasn't a smoker. Why is it that those first few cigarettes in the morning are so harsh? I can smoke all day without coughing one bit, but those morning cigarettes drive me crazy.

“I'll take two scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and some home fries.” I said to the waitress after she asked if I was ready to order.

“What would you like to drink?” She asked.

“I'd like black coffee.” I said as I handed her my menu.

“I'll be out with your order shortly.” The waitress said as she walked away.

I got on my cell phone and called my boss. Usually she calls me, but this morning she didn't. The phone rang and rang. No one answered the phone.

The only thing I could think of was, she was out drinking all night long. I've often wondered if she has a drinking problem. She is always out drinking and picking up men. All kinds of men, black men too. She says that once I have tried a black cock, I will crave it forever. I don't know about that, I've never been with a black man.

I'm not a racist. I have nothing against black people. I've never met any of them that I found attractive. I shouldn't say that, because it isn't true.

I've seen a few black men at the gym who are good looking. I guess a black man has never asked me out. I don't like to ask men out, that makes me feel sluty. I certainly would go out with a black man if they asked. As long as they weren't drunks or perverts, but that standard is the same for all other guys.

I have to admit that after she started going out with black guys, I rented a few porn movies with black guys in them. There were some black women too, it was one of those inter-racial porn movies. Usually one of the people were white and the other black. I have to say, I did masturbate several times while watching this movie. Those black guys sure have big dicks. I have never seen a white guy in real life with a dick that big. If I did, it might actually scare me! Those fucking things were huge!

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“Spread your legs.” Phil said as he put his hands on my legs.

“You really must want to fuck.” I said as I spread my legs.

“I've been horny all day.” Phil said as he stuck his dick inside my pussy.

Phil called me from his work this morning. Phil asked if he could come over and fuck while on his lunch break. I told him that I would love a dose of his cock at lunch time. I also made a lunch for him. That way he could eat something on the drive back to work.

“I can't believe how much I have been craving your pussy lately.” Phil said as he pounded away at my pussy.

“I have to say, I love these lunch time fucking sessions.” I said as he fucked me.

I'm not usually the horny type. I mean, I do love dick. But, I don't crave it like some women do. If I get laid once or twice a week, that is fine with me. But, I'm really getting into having sex with Phil on his lunch break. I don't know if it is all in my head, but I think it makes my days better. I mean, I feel happier on the days that he fucks me on his lunch break.

“This is my kind of lunch.” I said as I dug my finger nails into Phil's back.

“You're telling me. I wish I could take longer off for lunch!” Phil said as he continued to fuck me good and hard.

Phil and I have been together for about a year now. The sex is never dull. Let me tell you that much right now. I have never met a man who could always keep me sexually interested, but this guy does it for me. Maybe that is a sign that he is a keeper, I have no idea.

We talked about marriage a few times, but nothing too serious. Even though we are in our early 30's and never been married, we don't feel like there is a rush.

We have all the time in the world. If we are going to get married, it is just a piece of paper. We will still be together if we have that paper or not.

“Oh, it feels good when you rub my clit.” I moaned as he started to play with my clit.

“I've got to spice up lunch.” Phil said as he rubbed my clit.

“Believe me, that dick of yours is all the spice I need!” I said as I kissed Phil on the neck.

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