Hello, there. My name is Stephen Valcourt. Who am I? Just a tall, good-looking black man originally from the Island of Haiti. I moved to Atlanta with my parents, Frank and Ellen Valcourt in 1999. I graduated high school in 2003 and enrolled at Morehouse College the following year. In 2005, I graduated ahead of my time from Morehouse and joined the Atlanta In...
This story is a sequel to The Dutch Master. The narrator, having signed a one month slave contract to Gerd, his Master, finds himself sold to the beautiful red headed lifestyle dominatrix Arianne de Vries. This cruel and sadistic woman now intends to transport him back to The Netherlands on her yacht and make him her houseboy. "Look boy, let's not make out...
Chapter 3 The flight was long an uneventful. I thought about Natalie the entire way. By the time the plane touched down in Atlanta I had memorized everything about her and decided that I rather liked the way the corner of her eyes crinkled slightly when she smiled, showing lines that would deepen as she laughed her way into old age. I was running through o...
Chapter 6 It's surprising that I slept; usually Christmas Eve consists of me tossing and turning until I can justify waking everyone else up. But, this Christmas morning I slept in until 6am. Then I jumped in the shower and pottered about in my room. I was putting on the last touches of makeup when I heard the first telltale sign that there was life in the...
I never would have suspected anything if it wasn't for all the jail time I had to do. "You're in for it now, you thieving polecat," the nine year old in Western duds told me as he slammed the makeshift gate of the "jail" closed. He turned around to give a man, probably his father, a high five. I looked around the pokey. There were three dads there, all bu...
Chapter 5 The next morning I again woke to a knocking on the door. I heard mom's chipper voice through the wood. She opened it, "I just wanted to see if you were awake yet." "I am now," I answered, grumpily. "Hey now, fuss-budget, you need to get up. Your sister will be here in less than two hours!" "Joy." I pulled the covered back over my head. "Grea...
-Complacency- My name is Will Kenning. I've got a wife with three kids in a house in a planned suburb, a couple of cars and a dog named Butch. Living the presumably normal American dream. My Father is a celebrity of sorts in the field of plastic surgery. He takes the aging heiress, sales executive or budding high school cheerleader with an inherent facial...
The following week was torturous. Adrianne's words rang in Nadine's ears, mocking and harsh. You chose mercy. A move borne of restraint and submission. A move that cost you your chance to taste true power, as well as your chance to come again this week. They twisted in her stomach like a blade, taunting her as she fought to keep control, lust filling her tho...
The woman entered and stood watching her son, who didn't look up. Rain blattered the big windows of the dining room, willows and rowans in the garden whipping in the wind. He sat morosely at the oak table, flicking pages of a book he wasn't reading. They had a tolerant and normally easy relationship, but he was beginning to get on her nerves this Sunday afte...
A note to readers... I have a constant source of inspiration for both words and deeds, and it is form that source that I normally drink (so to speak), but Like Minds was inspired by someone different, new, and most welcome. He has been a beacon, although maybe not the sort that me 'hero' calls upon, and this is for him, for Lee... * It was, of course a dut...