Father William slipped deeply into a purgatorial coma and Imogen started to panic. The boat races would finish soon and the grand unveiling of the new exhibit was decidedly in jeopardy. She started to consider her options and none looked very bright. Since her foreheads affair with the hammer and chisel Imogen had found thinking somewhat difficult and althou...
One morning Daphne awakened and decided that this night would be the one when she would lose her virginity. It suddenly did not matter that in her twenty-one years of life, she had not fallen in love, nor did it matter that her precious innocence might be lost in a whirlwind of some meaningless encounter. First of all, she sought her dearest and closest fr...
I've taken a well-deserved beating over my latest submission for the 2012 Survivor Contest, "Cinderella and the King". I had to confess to one commentator that I had written it in haste and done only little research on it. That story is one of two that I am considering pulling, but, obviously I won't do that until I get around to replacing them with better o...
The first time I saw my future wife Halima Saoud-Solomon, the young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman was sitting in the Saint Laurent Mall food court, all by herself, eating a plate of Chinese food like only a depressed woman could. I took one look at the tall, plump Arabian gal in the drab brown dress and modest hijab and knew that I wanted to fuck her. Fate had...
As the weekend approached Willie Froehlich began to have apprehensive feelings about sitting down to dinner with Fraulein Dietz and her friends. She seemed to associate with some of the most ugly and uninteresting people in the world and he could predict that none of them would care a dot about reading good books or be interested in art. It seemed doomed t...
Melanie is wearing a black silk camisole and matching bikini, lacey apparel with the salacious character of a whore's costume in that it scarcely covers her nearly bald mons or cloaks her measure of healthy breasts. Through the gauzy weave, I see pale brown nipples, the pink skin of flat belly, and the prominent slash so dear to me, the cleft of buttocks....
Lily Stone stood in her cell. Inside the largest women's prison of the state of Massachusetts, she was known as the Butch Brawler. All the other female inmates feared her, and with reason. This six-foot-two, 250-pound black woman was once a member of a ferocious gang from Dorchester. In the streets, she had a reputation as a fierce fighter and a deadly hustl...
As I write this we're under total lockdown. Someone from the Aryan Brotherhood stabbed someone from the Mexican gang. Another daily occurrence here in paradise. I guess I should explain. I'm serving 25 years to life in the Florida State Penitentiary in Starke, Florida for a crime I really didn't commit. I know all convicts say that but in my situation it's t...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, forthrightly bisexual Black male fiction writer. Now a student in the Graduate program at the University of Massachusetts in the city of Boston. I want to get my Master's degree in Criminal Justice. Maybe someday I'll be a Judge. I might become the only male judge in history who's sympathetic to men's rights a...
Chapter 03 -- Red Packs to Leave Dear Reader: This story presents adult situations in graphic detail. It is not suitable for anyone under 18 years of age. The characters and situations in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental. * The two elegantly dressed young women ducked into the tiny...