Justice, Faith and Power "The pride of a free woman is the pride of a woman who feels herself to be the equal of a man. The pride of the slave girl is the pride of the girl who knows that no other woman is the equal of herself." - John Norman "It is easier to live through someone else than to complete yourself. The freedom to lead and plan your own life i...
Another Summer Lovin' easy read. Estragon, les mots ne sont jamais assez. Thank you for always being readily available and willing to take on the words of a rambling woman with your forever watchful eye and guidance. Cheers M ____ "You can't be serious?" The delicate voice was barely audible, as the young woman slumped down on the chilled leather seat....
I hope you readers like this story. I had great fun writing this. The more I wrote, the more the story got carried away. As usual, I would appreciate all comments and criticism. I am trying to improve my writing and only with your help will it get better. I have tried to proof read and correct my errors. If you spot any, please excuse my errors. Lola looked...
Though it had not been terribly late when I fell into bed Saturday night, I slept until nearly 10 a.m. Sunday. After completing my usual morning ritual and pouring my second cup of coffee, I sat down in front of my iMac 21-1/2-inch desktop computer to do some work on my master's thesis. Yeah, I know. Desktops are so last century, but for a grad student in e...
Author's Note: Need to lose weight? How about some incentives? That was the conversation I had with DFWBeauty years ago that spawned this story. This is a long Brownwood story about cheating, betrayal and recovery, and isn't much of a BTB. It's more a man's long road to reach a place where he can survive between his fantasies and the real world. It's a long...
The morning dawned clear and warm. Of course I didn’t see the dawn. It had been a long and very pleasurable night lasting into the morning so it was well after nine o’clock when I woke. As I woke I became aware of the now familiar feeling of Stevie’s body moulded to mine. What wasn’t familiar was the feel of a second body pressed against mine. It was definit...
"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them." Marcus Aurelius, Meditations * It's an old story, really. Been told a few times too, I reckon. About an old man -- well, not really old, not quite yet, anyway -- but an old man who's followed his heart and run into a few potholes along the road more or less traveled. A ma...
My first live-in girlfriend Pamela and I had been together for a couple of years when we finally got away on vacation together. She was 23 at the time, a brown-eyed beauty with long silken brunette locks and very lovely full set of breasts which lost none of their entrancing buoyancy when freed from her 36C cups. I had been instantly attracted to her when...
Hey folks, I'm surprised that so many of you liked last week's story. That only means that a lot of you probably won't like this one. But it's fine. As I warned you guys a few weeks ago I'm on a storyteller's vacation. For a few weeks I just wanted to throw some crazy ideas out there and get away from the typical "I came home and she was screwing the neighbo...
Reader, this is a story of blackmail of a beautiful blond school teacher, and her eventual submission to her black pupil, and is then introduced to black lesbianism Marni Dixon was near the top of her personal tree, all the years of hard work, graft, and studying was paying off, the next promotion was the next step, then the world, as they say would be h...