The following story has been written as a reader request. This has been a fictionalized telling of true events to this point, this chapter is now a fictional tale of the possible future. This is a multi-part story and is at its end. My thanks go to my friend Fabio for the inspiration, I apologize if the ending is not what you had in mind. This story involve...
Chapter 8 2015 The changes had happened gradually to each of us. Some were so profound that I had been the only one to make it to the Cape the previous year, and then only for a month not my usual three or four. Anna became an even more sought after movie star. At one point she was working on three films simultaneously. EVERY week she was on the cover of...
---------------- It helps to get a better picture of the events of the story if one were to read Parts 1, 2, and 3 before continuing here. Lou has been given a chance to try to redeem himself a bit from the misfortune that had been laid at his feet previously--losing his true love, being trapped in a loveless marriage, getting framed and sacked and divorced...
I had been married three times and been used by countless strange cocks, but it wasn’t all my fault. I was led astray from the start when I was still naive. Here's a brief summary of my eventful, sexual life but first, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm in my late thirties but still as sexy as ever. I could still make heads turn, but most men a...
Linda Tong, looked at the card attached to the package from her student, Owen again. There were instructions, obscene instructions, and an address. Despite herself she got wet and weak kneed when thinking about him. Owen had uncovered the racist things she, and her former student aide Chen had said in class about him. Then he had uncovered that her own gradu...
I didn't always know what I am. But I always knew I was different from the people I lived amongst. I grew up in an orphanage, an outcast by outcasts. Then when I was in junior high I was adopted by kind parents, but even they did not quite know what to do with me. I often woke in the night from nightmares I could never remember, and sometimes in the midst of...
As Salam Alaikum, reader dearest. My name is Salma Khatami, and I'm a young Persian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Shiraz, Islamic Republic of Iran, to Ali and Mariam Khatami. My parents moved to Ontario, Canada, in the summer of 1999. We've lived in the province of Ontario ever since. My parents and I became Ca...
CHAPTER 1 Barbara Thompson came close to panic as she read the email from her daughter on the eve of Nikki's homecoming after spending the last two years in England finishing her Fine Arts Degree at great expense. Barbara and husband Bass (Basil) had used the money set aside to buy another commercial property in their town of Lynch to ensure their eldest re...
"Ya know, Pops, you can lean on Jessie a little bit more. Pregnant women aren't made out of glass." Missy swatted my hand lightly to get my attention rather than nudge me in the ribs since she knew I was still very tender and weak. I groaned and kept moving my feet. It's hell being a cripple, even when it isn't forever. The girls were helping me from the va...
"This place is beautiful," Ankha said, as she walked through the Museum of African American History in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, with her lover, Jesslyn Collier. The two female Blood Drinkers came to the Museum the moment it got dark, and thusly safe for them to exit their new Lair, a stately mansion located within walking distance of Spelman College. I...