A year had passed since I started my crummy little retail job. I had already self-published two sets of stories. They were selling great! Good enough that I could actually support myself. I had already talked to my manager about leaving and was asked to stay on through the holiday shopping season. Now that too had passed. It was time for me to pay one last v...
I walked into Quinn’s like I always do. Gayle, the bartender looked up and said, “Harri, I don’t want any trouble.” I said, “Look, Gayle, thirty days in jail and fifty stitches taught me a lesson. You won’t have any problems with me. Promise. Now gimme two drafts and a Guinness.” She drew the beers, and I sucked the first down as she was putting the Guinne...
What had I done? That was the natural tenor of my thoughts on receiving the letter. After our adventures in the Crimea and Romania, Sarah and I had come back to England, refreshed and invigorated. It had been hard saying goodbye to the gorgeous Emm, but as she seemed ecstatic to be remaining with the Russian Oligarch, Ekaterina, and as we would be seeing her...
This is a fantasy for Her. She knows who She is. *** She is coming. She had called and said that She was on the way. I was to be ready when She stopped out front. I hurriedly donned my white riding leathers and boots, wearing only a pair of panties under them. That's how She wants it, so that is how it will be. I stepped out on the front porch, feeling...
Veronique Angelus is the name. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. People constantly tell them I remind them of professional tennis player Serena Williams. That's cool because she's my idol. A strong Black woman. Just call me the ultimate tomboy. I'm a pre-med student at t...
My insides felt like a black hole. A star that had burned too brightly, exhausted its energy, doomed to collapse endlessly in on itself until nothing, not even light could escape. You already know the story. Sandra and I met at a writing group I belonged to. She only ever made it to a few meetings, but I was hooked right from the start. She was a tiny, pixy...
She finished the cold drink in three quick gulps while she looked at the hot, dusty road that cut the tiny town in half. It had been the first stopping place she had crossed in almost three hours of hard riding. The shaded area around the fuel pumps was a relief from the blazing sun that had turned the asphalt soft and scorched the small plants by the roadsi...
Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ "Hey, Teá? Where's the ice cream?" Teá Norris lay on the couch, her trusty notebook computer resting on her lap as her fingers flew over the keys. Trying to finish her sociology research paper before the next day's dead...
The year is 1714. In this alternate timeline on earth, females are the dominant sex. Males are kept only as slaves for hard labor and for breeding. However, weaker females are also fair game for capture and use as slaves or for amusement. ************************************************ I am from Ireland originally, but have been away for so many years it...
At last, the lock-down was over and normality was returning to some degree. Travelling and contact between people were now acceptable. I was going to use that to do something I had never contemplated before, oh fantasised about but I never expected that I would be in a position to carry it out. I was on my way to Cambridge to meet a young girl, nothing unus...