Meet Derek Dyson, a six-foot-three, burly, fifty-something Black man living in the City of Mobile, Alabama. He's the proud owner of Dyson Motors, the third-largest car dealership in all of Alabama. Dyson made his fortune playing for various teams in the National Football League, between 1988 and 2001. Dyson was worth seventy three million at the time of his...
Author's Note: This is an entry in the Earth Day contest, 2007. All characters involved in any sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. The characters are not real persons, nor are any of the events in this story real. Certainly there are celebrations of Earth Day, but this one is a figment of my imagination. This is fiction. And it is non-eroti...
"Remember my last birthday party?" A million flashes of memory flooded his brain: Alabama in a seductive turquoise sheath, her bodyguard, Barby, fucking the male dishwasher, Paloma sucking the skin off of his cock … "Yeah. I remember." "Did you remember that there's a camera in every room of this house?" The saliva dried in his mouth. "Uh, yes. I did." "...
"Bashir, young man, what is this?" Miss Townsend asked, shaking her head, as she pulled the copy of Big Black Butt, an X-rated magazine, out of the pile of stuff that fell out of Bashir Jatta's backpack. Moments earlier, Miss Townsend dismissed the class and all the students rushed out, eager to go home or chill or whatever. Bashir Jatta was among the throng...
Thank you to "sexyinaf" for all the help! * I hated flying. Absolutely hated it! But there are times in life where we simply have to get on a plane, and this was one of those times. My husband's family all the way out in Alabama needed him, so out we went. Alabama is a long way away from good old California, and this California girl was not looking forward...
"Bet yer wondering what a guy like me is doin' standing over a mile marker with his pants down to his knees. Passersby gawkin' as I'm jerkin' Junior to high heaven prolly looks a tad disrespectful to the public eye. True nuff!" "I still got my boxers up so ain't no bare ass smilin' and defilin' the next generation. I'm facing the marker so they can't see ol...
She showed the back of the business card to the cab driver, he read it, nodded, and she put the card back inside her clutch. That card was the business card of her hotel and on the back was the name of her destination for the evening. If she were in the US or even in an English speaking country, she could have handled it on her own, but tonight she was in A...
"Oh pretty woman, she's the risin' sun..." Virgil was tooling down State Highway 106, watching the Alabama greenery flow by on either side of the road, listening to Albert King. It was mid-morning, not yet oven-hot, and the air conditioner was off; the windows were open, allowing the still-cool air to stream into the Dodge. Virgil was on his way to a barbec...
I moaned loudly as the phone's ringing refused to stop. I rolled twice toward the sound, tossing blankets to the side as I did, and reached up to grab the phone. "Hmmmm?" I voiced into the receiver. "Ms. Calista Holiday?" a deep voice asked. "Yes," I responded. "This is Aidan Conner. I must regretfully inform you of the death of your great-aunt, Faye Mich...
Maurice and Miriam Smith had it all or so it seemed. They were the epitome of the typical young upwardly mobile professional couple as known as 'yuppies.' They had been high school sweethearts and attended the same state university. While Maurice played around some in college and joined a fraternity, Miriam probably would have joined a sorority but money was...