A lot of people say that my religion is violent. There are lots of violent men in all races and religions, and people shouldn’t generalize. As a black man living in North America, I know this all too well. People’s habit of generalizing and oversimplifying that which they do not understand. My name is Solomon “Suleiman” Winston and I am a man with a story to...
I would like to thank Gaius Petronius for editing. Any mistakes are mine. There are 13 chapters in the story and it is complete. Votes, comments, and emails are appreciated. Thank you for reading! DB ***** Amy looked around Anne's office, waiting for her therapist to return. Late afternoon in January, darkness was setting in, and the room was lit by only...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
This work is copyrighted under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 license, which means it may be modified as long as the modifier uses the same copyright license and is used for noncommercial use. -------------------------------------- The sun shining through the window woke Yuna up from her sleep. She found herself lying on top...
It's a cold Friday evening. Thirty-six year old police officer, Jessica Carson is working the graveyard shift with her new partner John, a twenty-three year old guy called Martin. It's his first night on the job. Jessica has medium length blond hair and green eyes. She is five foot seven, a little over weight but carries it well. Meanwhile a young eighteen...
"Freefall," Rebecca Quinn thought to herself as the elevator lowered her and her Husband down to the lobby of her office building so they could go have lunch together. "Freefall...That's just what my life feels like right now," she had to stifle a perverse chuckle at the irony of the comparison between the elevator and her place in life. Rebecca had been m...
Hanna is a devout Christian. She attends church three nights a week and Sunday school. She is active in all the church charity functions. She is 25 years old. 5 ft tall. She has D cups and an ass to die for. She sees men look at her with lust in their eyes and feels disgusted. Her pastor preaches a lot about the original sin and she takes it to heart. She th...
Hey, there. My name is Nicole Winters. I'm a six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a mansion in Brockton's west side. And these days, life simply couldn't be better. I'm a multi-millionaire you see. Isn't it great when everything simply falls into place? I think so. Everyone and every...
This essay is the antidote to the mind-numbing horde of self-help gurus clogging up the best seller list with their recycled platitudes and hyphenated feel-good life-strategies. Have you ever known anyone who actually benefited from a self-help book (besides the author?) It's time to get real, folks. It's time to embrace a life-strategy that follows the path...
"Hey guys its Ro and I'm here with my sister Mo! Today we have a special guest, a random homeless man we picked up from the street!" The two beautiful young ladies present the filthy man between them, a disheveled homeless man with a clear bulge in his pants. Rosanna and her sister Molly are wearing a salmon pink and a light blue blouse respectively, covered...