I was cruising the slums, looking for pussy-for-hire, when I had to slam on my brakes. I almost got rear-ended by a guy in a Suburban that was obviously looking for the same sort of thing I was. I waved him around, and he sped off with a mouthed insult about my driving. I couldn't help it. I saw someone I knew. Carla Dawes. From high school. She had been...
Ch. 1: The Meeting Other women often ask what he was like. They want to know whether he was the bloodthirsty monster portrayed in the storybooks. I tell them that he wouldn't harm a fly – unless, of course, it was a Philistine fly. The man I knew was gentle: he never cursed or lied, never stole or cheated. Nor did he ever hurt me – except when I wanted him...
It was one of those swelteringly hot July days. I remember I was wearing a loose, floral printed pair of calf-length slacks and my bikini top. We were out in our back garden lounging around the pool, with Wimbledon commentary quietly droning from the radio. My husband Bryan and I were sitting in deckchairs, he quietly snoring. My daughter Julia was floating...
Great Britain, late 1500s. Marcus Corvinus stood in the darkness, looking at Castle Corvinus. The magnificent castle sat atop the hill, dominating the valley. He stood there, looking at the world that was once his. Once, he was a prince of the Magnus region of England. He was the son of wealthy lord Alexander Corvinus. He had power and prestige. Now, he f...
Kayla's urge was there, and her mind told her to keep it at just that: an urge. She was fooling herself though, of course she was. Once you have the urge, it's only the opportunity that keeps the urge at bay. And Kayla knew that if given the opportunity, she would act upon it. Your mind could protest all it wanted, but in the end, it would compromise...justi...
Wrapped as ever I was in my own little world of depressive city life, I rode the bus home without a thought to spare for anything or anyone. I'd sit on the top deck on this journey as I was invariably the last to exit. My stop was the last and I usually left on my own feeling suitably alone as I walked the five minutes to my tiny flat for another great nigh...
The name is Samuel. The Hero of this tawdry little tale and literally hundreds of others. A tall, good-looking, big and handsome young black man of Haitian origin whose politically incorrect sex stories have taken collegiate America by storm. Today, this ends. I am forsaking all the mean and sexy things that I used to do. I've recently graduated from college...
Everyone has their own way of going through college life. Some people just go through the motion and study meticulously. Some people party and flirt every night. Still, most people will properly finish their studies and graduate successfully. The result, university transforms you completely into a different person from the day you started. Likewise a boy na...
You arrive home to an empty house. All the lights are off but a single candle burns in the front room. Beside the candle is a box wrapped in textured black wrapping paper and a blood red heavy silk ribbon. There is a card attached with your name on it. The card says to open it immediately. You open the box and find a wide titanium collar and a small pad loc...
It smelled like fall. The air was cool and crisp. A dense fog rolled over the ground, covering their feet as they walked along the gravel path. Benjamin had parked his car on a residential street near the party, not wanting to get a parking ticket. "Cold?" he asked, noticing the goosebumps forming on Stephanie's exposed arms. Stephanie turned to him. T...