All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Saturday night at Swingtime Social Club. A fifty-year-old computer systems designer from the suburbs walks in with three hot women on his arm. Wait, what? I had never even had a dream that good, but there I was, the doorman smiling at me like it was totally normal. Misty greeted...
"Adam, if you don't have my money, you lying little sack of shit, I'm going to get your balls," Pedro Alvarez said menacingly as he looked at the stocky, dark-skinned young Haitian man who stood before him. Even though it was an unseasonably cool morning in early June, Adam Gustave had begun to sweat profusely. Pedro's acolytes, a portly Mexican guy named Os...
David's apartment was in a hi-rise overlooking the city framed by mountains in the background. The small one bedroom with a view allowed him to see the mountains in the distance and watch spectacular sunrises with his telescope which he kept ready for use in the picture window. A sandy haired trim man in his thirties, David had struck out on more dates than...
My name is Duke Brownstone, and I am young black man living in rural Texas. I'm originally from the city of Boston, but I like rural Texas just fine. It's quite different, you know. To be surrounded by old farms and tons of wilderness is a refreshing change from the fast-paced and loud world of the big city. What brings a young black urbanite like myself to...
© Copywrited 2006. All Rights Reserved. You may not copy or share this work without my written permission. Please respect creative ownership. --- The day I wrecked was a beautiful day. The early morning sun bathed the spring-green hills in a gentle light. Gas mileage be damned, I drove with the windows down, savoring the crisp country air. I was alone on t...
"Dammit, I'm sick and tired of you not doing shit around here, Sheikh, you just sit on the couch watching TV and you don't do shit," Marwo Ibrahim said, and the young Somali woman glared angrily at her husband, who sat on the couch, drinking from a bottle of Hennessy. Shrugging, Sheikh Abdirashid casually ignored Marwo, and turned up the volume on the TV. An...
It was that lovely intervening period between school and college. I had just turned 18. Having been accepted into one of the most prestigious universities in the country, I felt that the whole world was at my feet. One fine day I was curled up at home in my favourite corner with a good book and a cup of coffee. There was no one else at home. It was as close...
Trees rushed past Calene as she ran through the forest. The elf was not running from anyone, or even to anywhere, she was just running. The wind kicked up her hair, making it dance inthe wind, and she spun around and dodged branches with a grace only an elf could muster. She let out a yell of exhilaration as she leapt into the air, launching off of a log, ov...
This story is a part of the wider writing set of 'Shalirion: Land of Magic, Sex, Sorcery, and Peace', which contains the longer story of Princil's Magic, a fantasy which can be found in the Sci Fi & Fantasy category. ***** Life Before The Invasion: Princil's Art "Come mother," said Remzain. "Princil's going to do a performance." "Where?" asked Serena, Pr...
My name is Diane and I'm now a slut wife. My path to sluthood started almost 5 years ago. My husband (Pete) and I had just moved and we were living in a hotel for about 6 weeks until we bought our new home. Now Pete has always been, well, perhaps somewhat over sexed. After dinner in our room (it was a kitchenette suite) we settled down to watch some TV, and...