(The Theme of this story was determined by a fan who then secured XXXecil's services as a writer.) Part 8: Botany Lesson "I....I don't understand." Muttered the naked woman, golden-brown skin glistening vividly as she writhed in libidinous hunger upon the white linoleum. "That is because you have not fully embraced your racial memory; the new instincts fi...
PROLOGUE It seemed like such a good idea on paper, or more accurately, during our conversation one Friday evening over happy hour. After a couple drinks, my best friend Staci and I had eased into our usual girl-talk, mostly gossiping stories about work and home. Although our personalities couldn't be more different, we are like sisters. We share everything...
AUTHOR'S NOTE If you've read any of my other stuff you've probably come to realize some of my quirks. I'm a big fan of a little Bromance. The way I figure it man on man should have the same delicious acceptance of girl on girl. This story contains, some man on man. Not a great deal in this first section, it's more implied than anything else. My stuff is mor...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** Harmon Rabb Jr. and Sarah Makenzie woke up in the morning huddled together and as she opened her eyes she was staring up at him and a smile crossed her lips. "That...
Thanks go out to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan. Between their editing and their comments, they make my story a much better read. I don't give them near the praise and credit they deserve. * My old girlfriend loaned me a television series to watch. It was titled 'The Dead Zone'. A little background on the series: It's about a young teacher who has just...
"Arise slave." My Master threw back the covers to reveal my naked sleeping form. I no longer blush in his presence as he observes my nakedness. All pretenses at modesty were lost long ago. I came to him after a lengthy Email dialogue where he owned my very existence. At first I balked and vacated his ownership, but he was a wise and patient Master and tole...
Catherine and I were in Chicago picking up Catherine's engagement ring. I was nude, in a big bed in our suite at the hotel, having recently deposited a load of swimmers into my fiancé's very hot, tight and wet pussy. We had an energetic sexual workout after I spent some time downstairs in the gym and Catherine swam her laps in the pool. It was a nice sex...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Also, this is not a 'stroke' story. It is a Romance; the sex is minimal. So, if you're looking for a 'stroke' story, hit the backspace key on your keyboard. Chapter 1 "Love, love, love the pepper salad at Dead End," Darren Richards said. "Love, love, lo...
A couple of months ago, my friend Jake Rivers put out a call for writers to participate in a story invitational based on three classic songs by Marty Robbins: "El Paso," "Feleena" and "El Paso City." This is a follow-up on to our first invitational in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is conti...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy When the SUV pulled into a parking space in front of...