Mary is a wife and a bank clerk, living a life of predictable routine. She longs for a touch that is not a fleeting gesture, for a gaze that sees her not as a wife, but as a woman.
Her wish is granted in the form of James, a baker who sees the longing in her eyes and the hunger in her heart. He introduces her to a world where "servicing" clients goes far beyond professional obligations, and her quiet desperation is replaced by a wild, exhilarating passion.
But as she delves deeper into this new life, she is faced with a proposition that could change everything. Will Mary take control of her destiny and become the woman she was always meant to be, or will she retreat to the safety of her old life?
Peaches crafts compelling stories exploring sexual adventures, ranging from those inspired by her own life to those born purely from her boundless imagination. Many of her narratives are built on personal experiences, often expanded to fit her vivid recollections, while others are direct reflections of her constant daydreams and nightly visions of passionate encounters.
Her focus extends beyond just the physical interactions; she deeply explores the emotional landscape of these experiences. Peaches maintains a strong belief that the brain is the primary driver of sexual sensation and connection, providing the foundation for all other physical aspects.
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Oh my goodness where do I rank this story amongst the stories I’ve read from this author? One of her best! Also, the character Mary has to be protected at all costs AND needs more stories and entries centered around her. 🥰
Mary works at a bank and is very skilled at what she does. I loved reading about her sophisticated she was and how intelligent yet normal she was. She doesn’t have super model beauty but maybe if she did I wouldn’t have believed it. Learning about her as a person made me care for her. Also, learning that her marriage was somewhat non existent made me care for her well being. So a chapter in, I’m invested. I want what’s best for her.
Her husband has maybe 2-3 scenes in the book and the idiot is either on the couch watching TV or in bed snoring. I just don’t like him. Not because he’s an ass, but because of how he mistreats Mary.
Now Mary meets a client, a black man, who she finds extremely attractive. Flirting happens and we get a little idea planted about Mary fucking a black man. Up to this point race hasn’t really been pushed and that to me is what makes this story so mouth watering because Mary is finding she has needs that hubby is just not fulfilling. She fantasizes and masturbates to thoughts of this black man, who is a business owner, fucking her and just bringing her intense pleasure.
Then they fuck 😈
It’s not a normal sex session. Race is alluded to. She’s instructed to crawl to him. She complies and the power dynamic shifts and now she’s this submissive white woman than is wet all over and needy. They have sex and it “awakens” her in a way because they fuck with no protection, which in these stories is a essential aspect of conversion.
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Mary whimpered with pleasure as she felt the two men filling her with their cum. Two men were coming inside of her at the same time! She whimpered, "Yes, come inside me. I'm your white whore."
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Now, when the interaction with hubby continues, she still craves Ebony cock but I think she just wanted hubby to pay attention but he doesn’t. This thrusts her into full on interracial debauchery. He’s nutting in her with no condom, splashing his seed in her womb, and she’s loving it.
When a job offer happens at a bank in a black neighborhood, the hubby makes a subtle racial comment which I think the author was careful not to make blatant. When that happens I’m thinking that she’s about to become a recepticle for black cock and cum and possibly even be bred by black men and love it! By this time three men have already used her holes and I’m imagining she’s coming home to hubby smelling like sweat, sex, and sperm.
So..😈😈😈
This is a 5/5 for me and the author needs to write more stories like this because it deals with real emotion and how characters find themselves. Mary is so seemingly innocent and then gets exposed abd introduced to what she really craves: ATTENTION! 💦💦💦💦
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Blacked Wives: Taking Their Deposits introduces Mary, a married bank clerk numbed by routine and aching to be seen as more than someone’s wife. When she meets James, a baker who recognizes the longing and hunger she carries, she’s drawn into a secret world of illicit desire—one that promises passion, empowerment, and the chance to take control of her own destiny.
On paper, it’s a serviceable erotic premise. On the page, it collapses almost immediately.
The writing is lazy. Dialogue relies on the same recycled phrases and hollow sexual shorthand, repeated until any sense of realism or tension evaporates. Conversations never breathe or build; the moment an exchange threatens to develop character or conflict, it abruptly gives way to a sex scene. There’s no wit, no subtext, and no emotional momentum—just functional lines pushing the reader toward the next explicit beat.
Character development is effectively nonexistent. Despite the synopsis suggesting inner conflict and transformation, Mary remains a flat archetype rather than a person. Her desires are stated but never explored, her choices carry no weight, and her supposed evolution feels unearned. Other characters fare even worse, existing solely to facilitate scenes rather than contribute to a narrative.
As a story, the book has no meaningful structure. There is no escalation, no stakes, and no payoff. What should be a journey of temptation and consequence instead reads like a loose string of scenes with minimal connective tissue. Once the initial setup is established, the plot is largely abandoned.
Even the marketing overpromises. The synopsis implies emotional depth and personal awakening, but the text delivers none of it. Readers expecting a layered erotic novella about desire, agency, or identity will find only a rushed, low-effort product designed to meet the bare minimum requirements of a release.
In the end, Taking Their Deposits feels less like a story and more like content—produced quickly, without care, and with little respect for the reader’s time. One star only because zero isn’t an option.
There really isn’t a story here. Basically there are short connections to link sex scenes. So if that’s what you’re looking for, grab this and start your excitement.
But if you’re into reading because there’s a story about sexual circumstances, then this one is for you.
For me, even the short snippets of a story are ridiculous. This woman is disgusted with her husband because of his lack of actions in bed, or anywhere else for that matter. So magically when the handsome black man walks into the bank she immediately needs to have sex with him.
And miraculously the man feels the same way. Boom, match made in heaven.
Yeah, sure.
As they say, if you believe that, I’ve got this bridge that I need to sell you.
There’s no writing about the married life. She just keeps on giving it and gaining more respect as time passes. Well at least respect for her talents.
No writings about what this is doing to her marriage. No writings about her husband. And there’s more and more lacking the more you try and read the story.
Thankfully I feel the author never intended for more than was written down already.
So I could enjoy the sex, but my disappointment with the story was so great, that even good, hard sex didn’t turn it around for me.
Mary is more than just a neglected wife, she is also a stellar Teller of bank accounts. It’s her saving grace in a dead marriage, sometimes you need to lead with your strengths.🕺 Excellent 💥 Read 🧞♀️ 😉 💃🏼 🍆