Preface: ( I have a few stories in mind that i will be writing. This preface is an explanation of the universe/ world/ timeline that they occur. While its not entirely necessary to the reader to read this before or after reading any of my stories, it is helpful to me to establish and maintain continuity etc. ) The year is 2040, the world is a different pla...
It was summer, and the days marched on. Jessie didn't resign, but she turned all the household finances, though none of her money, over to Gary. He took the department head's job at the high school. He put his house up for sale, and, being in an upscale low property tax suburb it went quickly. He bought a new sofa bed, a clothing rack, and a small bureau for...
Author's note: I appreciate your feedback and enjoy the thought that you are getting off on my writing! Please forgive grammar or spelling mistakes as I was getting off as I wrote it! Thanks again for your feedback and don't forget to vote! * * * * * The blue pickup slowly drove down through the hills toward Oak Valley. The instructions rested on the bench...
Alexander Orleans had always been a rather unique individual. He was born with very soft features that gave him a prominently feminine physique. He stood at five foot and four inches and could rarely get himself to weigh more than a hundred and five pounds on average. Porcelain skin, smooth facial features, long and luxurious black hair made him look like qu...
At the end of a cul-de-sac is a small house that can be accessed to by a stone pathway. This house belongs to a small family know as the Smiths who are know for three things. The first would be there kindness to anyone they meet so long as they haven’t done anything that would have led them to being a criminal. Second was the beauty of the Smith women with s...
The idea that every redneck is a racist is preposterous, if you ask me. My name is Dawn O'Shea and I'm a lifelong resident of Biloxi, a small town in the heart of Mississippi. I was born on November 9, 1967, to Thomas and Darlene O'Connor. My father worked for the U.S. Postal Service and my mom was a schoolteacher. I studied business at Jackson State Univers...
This account benefits from the Tardis effect - A long passage of time passed in a few paragraphs. Google Tardis if you are not familar with Dr. Who Ever since the nights when I borrowed my Mum's Austin A95 Westminster and wrestled with my girl on the back seat I've wanted to get my head between her legs and my cock between her lips. It was the days of free...
I'm relaxing on the couch enjoying the fire. Anna sits down next to me and hands me a glass of wine and says, "Truth or dare?" "Truth." I reply, already exhausted from our very daring weekend. "Why did Deb beg me to clear this weekends schedule just to have me come distract you?" "Because I have been obsessing over a girl." "What girl?" "Truth or dare."...
(All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) I looked up at the girl standing above me (quite a feat, actually, as her enormous rack ensured the task was not an easy one). There were strands of loose, blonde hair framing her face as she beamed down at me. Her brown eyes conveyed a sense of love I still was not familiar with; even so I knew t...
Sitting next to Leslie Hennessy on a bench inside the Saint Laurent mall, I felt happy for the first time in forever. My name is Daniel Heureux. Young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, while attending Carleton University. And I'm not what you'd call lucky in the realm of love and romance. In fact, I'm coming off...