If somebody told me a year ago that this would happen, I would have laughed at them so hard, seriously. Here I am. Lying in bed next to my girlfriend Michelle Tremblay. Looking into her icy blue eyes, I smile. I run my hand through her short, spiky blonde hair and caress her smooth alabaster skin. The six-foot-tall Amazonian beauty stretched happily next to...
(Credit to Incase for the cover art.) You were finally moving away from home! Hallelujah! Goodbye small town thinking and boring familiarity. You were off to the big city, you were off to college, you were out on your own for the first time ever. It was time for higher learning and expanding horizons. You simply could not wait. This last year back home had b...
There are critics of Madonna who say that she shocks for the sake of shock, that she has little substance other than a good sense of fashion. There are some critics who lay blame on her for Britney and Christina, and a fashion that pushes raunchiness rather than classiness. Those critics who level that blow are forgetting one of Madonna's biggest and importa...
The hypocrisy of people sometimes really bugs me. Seriously. Every day, I grow a little more disgusted with humanity. Why can't an asteroid hit the planet and do away with the entire human race? I seriously think the rest of the cosmos would be better off. Everywhere I look, I see people. And shells of people. Three categories of human beings on this world....
"My submission is a gift from me to you, Master Jericho, but remember the submissive is always the one in control," Mercedes Duchene says with a coy smile as she kneels before her Lord and Master. The tall, curvy and absolutely stunning Haitian-American Amazon cut a striking figure genuflecting on the carpeted floor of their basement, and as her eyes met tho...
Another night in North London, England. Jonathan Starling sat in his apartment, sighing deeply as he looked at family pictures. His tall and dark-skinned Jamaican-American father, Jonas Starling, looking rugged while fishing in his hometown of Kingston, Jamaica. His mother Deirdre Hamilton, looking deceptively frail. The short and pale-skinned, fiery red-hai...
This is about the halfway point in the tale of Dr. Michaels and Jason. Let me know in the comments if you like it so far and want more! ***** Dr. Michaels had two cans of coffee for breakfast and drove into work simultaneously exhausted and jittery. She had a cigarette walking to class, but that just made her feel even worse. By the time she stood before h...
It's difficult to talk about this; I'm not sure what's happening to me. It feels a bit like some sort of mid-life crisis, but something about that doesn't ring true. If that's all it is, it wouldn't be her, I'd have gone to pieces over some dopey teen tart, God knows there are enough of them around. But I haven't. I find myself...well, affected I suppose...b...
Bianca waited, crossing and uncrossing her legs; the cool tug of the leather chair softly pulling at the skin of her thighs. The room engulfed her. Her plaid skirt was too short to allow her to sit back, so she perched at the edge of the chair, her legs swinging back and forth, her pendulous white socks reminding her of when she was a little girl. The room w...
'Jason, Amanda would like to see you now.' Jason's stomach knotted up and he swallowed dryly. He had expected the summons, but the shock still scared him. 'I'm sorry Jason.' 'Its Ok Sue,' Said Jason with feigned optimism, 'I'm sure it will be fine.' Jason knew it was not fine. Whatever Amanda wanted, it definitely would not be fine. Jason had got the job...