Jess came to my couch. I had told Calliope, my patroness and mother of the Sultan, of my design, and she had offered me the inner sanctum, where no eunuch ever came. That was typical of her generosity to me. I had brought her much pleasure, and she was unselfish in allowing me to have some of my own. She had bought Jess for me at the slave market. She had...
All politics is local. *** Katherine sat with a stone face as they had lunch in her spacious backyard. She had just been delivered bad news regarding her bid for a newly vacant US Senate seat. "Let's face it, the demographics have changed and we live in a very liberal state," Richard said. Katherine shook her head. "Just a month ago I was leading in ev...
I am one fine piece of work. Or so Eve thinks. On a drive to Atlanta, I picked up a beautiful young hitchhiker. She just happened to be a prostitute specializing in a female clientele. Of course, she charmed me right out of my expensive pants. The lady was a professional who adored her work. On the first night of the day that I picked her up, she fucked me i...
Transference Ch. 02: Meredith Logan If Kara Brandon was the All American Girl, Meredith Logan was the antithesis. Meredith Logan was 42. Reared in a strict Irish Catholic household in Boston with an abusive father she took to alcohol, drugs and sex as early as possible. Meredith Logan was the "plain" looking girl from high school and college. The plain...
Beatrice Dawson is the name. I'm a tall, curvy and dark-skinned, beautiful Black woman in her mid-forties living in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I am a professor of African-American Literature at Spelman College. These days, life is cool. I recently left my husband Dwight after I caught him cheating on me with a skinny white woman half his age. Twenty years...
I had to see it. As soon as I closed the door I kicked of my shoes, started wriggling out of the thigh fitting jeans, riding low on my hips. Leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind I rushed into the bedroom. In the center of the bedroom stood a large bed. One wall was occupied by a large wardrobe. Pictures decorated the rest of the walls, except for th...
Authors Note: The Queen Consort named in this story is Elisabeth of Austria, married to Charles IX, who ruled France during a period of protestant uprisings, and lives in infamy for his vicious reprisals. His wife, though sharing his strong Catholic faith, was known for her piety, naivety and beauty. It is this innocence that makes her so attractive a figure...
"God, tonight was fantastic! I felt like I owned the place!" Tammy said as she stretched in her chair. Ana smiled, sipping her drink on the balcony, the traffic sounds a distant symphony of the city below. Tammy hadn't changed much since high school. "I mean, that was like back in high school when we owned the place!" she enthused as if to underscore Ana's...
She closed the dressing room door in a rather decisive manner and walked to me as I lent back against the dressing table. She took the glass from my hand and very deliberately placed it on the dresser. "Should I lock the door, Faye." "if that were possible, probably yes. But nobody has seen the key since Honor Blackman played here. Apparently the director...
This story is set in Scotland and has taken me a while to write because I had other writing tasks to complete. I hope you like it and I may consider a spin off story later on with other characters. Ulrika stared at her reflection in the mirror as she puckered her lips. At the age of twenty five she was starting to look more and more like her mother. Granted...