This is my first attempt to write a story of any kind. I don't know the first thing about how to do it. I'm just winging it, but I do have a plot in mind. But that might change. Not a lot of erotica in the first chapter, but we're just getting started here. Give me some feedback, but be kind. It's my story, and I claim the copyright. * Chapter 1: The Disc...
The story starts in early June of 2002. My boss called me into his office and told me that he was going to have to file for bankruptcy and then he told me not to worry, that my final paycheck would be covered and then he asked me to stay with him until the day that he actually had to close the doors. He had been good to me during the five years I'd been with...
The air clung to me, thick with humidity. One of those oppressive Parisian days, hot, sticky and uncomfortable. Not a great day to go shopping, but a girl has to keep in practice. I've lived in Paris for about a year. What a shopaholic's paradise. Someone with my addiction to spending money doesn't take long to find her way around. Rue du Bac has the exciti...
=========================== Some things are better left to chance. A short little tale of a price paid for infidelity. =========================== "You're in here early today, Jack. What'll it be?" Jack took out the worn silver dollar and flipped it in the air. "Heads." Gina, behind the bar, grinned. "Maker's 46, coming right up." Jack was a good guy....
Chapter 2: Old Enough to Breed I had been watching TV late and was stretched out on my sofa that Friday night. I was just dozing off when my doorbell rang. I had no idea who it might be at my door at midnight. Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Lynn and quickly opened the door. Standing on my porch, Lynn was wearing only a thin white cotton nightshirt t...
I'd been working at Jackie's long enough to realize her boutique offered more than high-end clothing. She also offered high-end girls for occasional outside 'services'. We never accepted money from a customer, or "client": Jackie handled all transactions. She paid all of us very nice salaries, more than enough to live on, and more than enough to be able to b...
My name is Malika Janet Harrison and I'm a black woman living in Boston. I'm a big and tall, fine-looking black chick from the old hood who leads a very tough life. I work as an Adjunct Professor of Engineering at Mattapan College in Boston and I've got two brats, Adam and Lily, to take care of. Yeah, life as a single black mother is tough. Especially in thi...
My name is Fred Clarke and I am manager of a luxury golf club in Orlando. I'm married but recently separated. My wife went back to live with her folks in Palm Beach. I live in this exclusive gated community in a lovely home with a pool and a golf course view. Sitting at the club bar enjoying a bit of Glenmorangie on the rocks I look out at a nearly full din...
Ron came knocking, he sounded out of breath and in a hurry, "Hi Bob, can you please help me with my car? I can't get it started." I replied, "Have you got fuel in it?" "Ha Ha, yes I've got fuel in it, I just filled it up yesterday." I asked Ron, "I've just got home and need a shower. Can I come round after?" Ron sounding very urgent, "It's just that I ne...
Hi. I'm Joe. I am a lying, cheating bastard. How do I know? My girlfriend told me so. I mean my ex-girlfriend told me so. I don't know how she gets off calling me a bastard. My parents were married. And cheating? Well, it's not cheating if you are not married is it? Lying? Well, that part is a little bit true. This is my story; when I am done telling it you...