Man, I'm not sure where these haters come from. I'm always getting some hate from them. You may be asking yourself why so many people would waste their time hating a tall, good-looking black college man. It's because of who I am and how I live. The name is Dwight Brown III and in all likelihood, I'm better than you. Face the fact. How else would you explain...
If you're going to take the trouble to read this, please vote. And more importantly, comment. I'm a comment whore * Chrystal pulled open the overly dramatic iron-bound oak doors at the bottom of the concealed staircase and entered the room. As usual it was warm and balmy in the Faculty Club basement, the air scented with something like cinnamon and somethi...
Mr. Morison looked at his two 18 year old daughters and gave a long sigh. The girls, Samantha and Sarah, both had bodies to die for but the manners of well spoiled princesses. He knew he had spoiled the girls all their lives and especially after his own wife's death, giving them money to go to the mall whenever they wanted, sending them to an exclusive board...
A lot of ladies wonder "Just how will I know I really love him? That it's the real thing?" Well, I am sure there are many. many ways of doing that. but I think one of the best is the TEDDY BEAR LOVE TEST. I know - you are probably thinking "OK - now this sounds just plain weird", but hang with me and you will understand. Ladies - look around your place and...
Really, this is one of those situations that I've heard of so many times that it actually contributed to my impetus to start writing about all of this. I recently received a mail from a man in a long term relationship requesting advice. He indicates that while this relationship of his is healthy and solid, it's also exclusively vanilla, and he wishes to expl...
"Welcome to Marbled, Dr. Bindre, are you ready to order?" "Hello, Bindi, yes I am. I'll have the family bowl of Caesar salad, the tureen of black beans and the cowboy cut rib eye—and three plates. I've got friends coming along in a few minutes." "Wow, I hope they're hungry. The cowboy rib eye alone weighs three pounds. And can I get you a carafe of the hou...
Sirens. Ali pressed her back against the walls. Not for us. Please god, not for us. She heard the drones dropping down into the alley, their unique screech sending a chill up her spine. The red light of their scanners sent rats scurrying and the people of the Niogh district hurrying after them. Ali needed to move. Doors on either side of the alley slammed an...
Having been a submissive at one point in my life, I can tell you that there is a simplicity in being a sub and surrendering control of one's self to another. For one like me, who was always meant to be a Dom, it was frustrating because I wanted to fight back to take back my control and my power for myself. But to be the Mistress I am today, I understand why...
Prologue: The year was 2151. The era of dazzling technological breakthroughs that had catapulted mankind into an unimaginable life of prosperity had come to an end. The insatiable need for more and more of mother Earth's finite resources presented the backdrop from which conflict grew amongst the world's great powers to an unprecedented scale. World leaders...
Phoebe smiled. "Soapy, I think I'm going to leave Nolan down there in the Kennel for another week." The now platinum blonde giggled, and her full breasts bounced a bit in the violet halter top. Soapy tried not to drool behind the counter. Damn she's looking good he thought, just like the tramps in my Narcotics Anonymous meetings. "But I thought your origina...