Joyce 2 - Flatulent confession It was 6pm in the London offices of Clutterbuck Legal Publishers, Bell Yard, EC2. Manager Joyce Tipson was sitting in her office chatting to Julie, her secretary. The year was 1972 and the building was deserted because the employees had all gone home with the exception of Joyce, Julie and one other – your humble scribe, John...
It was 1983. I was 9 years old, attending Crownton Elementary School. Mrs. Enton was my 3rd grade teacher. She was a tall, young, attractive, red-haired woman, but I wouldn't have known it at the time. Geez, c'mon, I was 9 years old! Girls had 'cooties' and were avoided, lest your best friends think you liked them. So, as my 'homeroom' teacher, I attended...
Ann looked amazing, the sunlight reflecting off her golden skin as it came in through the windshield of her car. We were heading west from her Aunt and Uncle's house, driving up the eastern side of the mountain range that separated the valley they lived in, and the town near Pleasanton where Ann lived with her roommates. It was early afternoon as we drove...
Auron could have slept longer, but the Pyreflies woke him, wagging his brain until it was thrumming in torment. Propping up on his elbow, he ground the heel of his hand into his good eye socket to pacify the Pyreflies and buff the sleep out of his face. It helped marginally, enough so she could at least squint around the inn room. "Raine?" Vocal cords grit...
Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me. My name is Samuel Voltaire. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I study Criminology at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa. And I am a Black man who loves Black women. You don't hear that every day. I have a question for Black women....
CHAPTER 1 Angrily clenching her fingers to a neck-size shape, Jessica Smart was on the brink of strangling her uncouth brother-in-law from the city who was staying with her and Mike for three weeks, and this was only day four. He'd already told her she had lovely tits -- tits mind you, not breasts or in a good mood she'd accept boobs -- not that he should b...
Chapter 7 -- Charles comes back with a sexy aunt. I woke with a gasp and looked at the clock, it was 4:41AM, and my energy links were telling me my house was being invaded by 6 of those bastards. I was naked and knew I looked thoroughly fucked and was a hot mess. But I had no time to waste. I did throw on a robe though, worth the extra 2 seconds. I wove a p...
This is the fifth installment of My Journey. Although not necessary, this story will be more appreciated if you read Chapters 1 thru 4 first. Thank you to all who read my first four submissions and provided feedback. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. (And I REALLY enjoyed writing this one!) Please, please leave comments a...
Part 5 The Wedding Dance Trish and I got James and Cathy's luggage out of her sister's car and put it into our Ford Explorer before we sat down for the usual Malley Sunday dinner. It amazed them to learn that we were God's parents to two small babies that shared our name. Dan and Carla briefly explained how we met. I noticed that James accepted it without q...
***Author's Note: For anyone just stepping into this story, read part one first—it's heavily serialized. This story deserves the BDSM tag a lot more than last chapter, which simply set that aspect up. It's not something I have a lot of experience writing, but I've been experimenting with some of the ideas from the particular angle of this unique relationship...