Okay. I fell off the tread mill. I was talking on the phone to Crowley and misstepped. The thing dumped me on my ass. I was trying to keep the phone to my ear and wrenched my back something awful. I went to a back doctor and he put me in two days of traction. Shit. Visions of Bethlynn danced in my head and a new clock ticked in my brain. I was laid up for a...
1. November 10, 2003 Kim opened the door of her bedroom hesitantly, and looked around. She sighed. Arnie was out doing the Leukemia run-a-thon, and Becki Lynn was visiting her folks in Maryland today. How did Kim know this? No one spoke directly to her in a conversational tone. And Denny, thank God, was at a Sci-Fi convention. Kim stepped into the hall, a...
*This story is the second of the Arkham series. Each part functions as a stand-alone with its own plot-line and they do not need to be read together (although please feel free to do so). This part takes place during Batman: Arkham City, using the same characters and plot-line as the series, up until the start of the story obviously. I tried to keep the chara...
I think all human beings are bad news. Doesn't matter what their race or gender is. Even people who have been mistreated throughout history turn around and do the same exact thing to innocent others. It never ceases to amaze me. The bigotry some minorities can have for other minorities. Take my submissive Ahmed Aimren for example. He's a Middle-Eastern guy l...
Eiric Blanchard burst through the double doors of the library. "Where is she?" she roared. Her husband strode along behind her, his face black as a thundercloud. Behind his desk, Duncan MacTavish looked over his papers at the intruders. The woman who had so rudely burst into his home was dressed in a black wool pantsuit and low-heeled leather boots. Her cu...
"Hey, hey, hey, Tanaka," a eighteen-year old Chinese boy said to Reo after the peeper opened his own apartment's front door, the Chinese gangster speaking Japanese with a Chinese accent. "I'm Li Wei. I fuck a new girl, or woman, each week. Sell people, buy them, the usual. And a mutual friend of ours hired my services. She wants me to entertain you, so you w...
The first time I bought and used a vibator was so...hot. I was 19 at the time and in collage. It was funny that it took me this long to add a peace of hardware to my sexual arsional, it wasn't like I was at all inexperinced with sex or anything like that. After all, I had already made love to several other women and not just some teenage experimental shit. I...
"Talk to the hand, my brother," Melanie Drexel said mockingly, laughing gleefully as she worked her gloved fist into her sub's rectum. The sub in question, a burly, muscular young Black man named Clayton Moors, moaned softly. Lying on his back in a hammock, the brother looked totally relaxed, or so Melanie thought, judging by his posture. Clayton's handsome...
This could be a possible series finale to "The X Files." "Who's there?" "Scully, it's Mulder. Let me in." Scully was unprepared for company, but she opened the door. "You gonna let me in?" "Oh, sorry, come in, Mulder." The tall FBI agent sheepishly glashed at the beautiful redhead as he walked inside. "Scully, you look wonderful." "Thank you, Mulder...
This story is set in Richmond Kentucky. You look at the window. You are bent over your husband's desk in the den, and your long brown hair sways gently back and forth in rhythm with the black man who is taking you from behind. He is beautiful – tall, chiseled like a Greek god, with big powerful hands. Those big rough hands are the reason you finally gave in...