Chapter 2 “This goes out to all non mortals in Tempest City…Hala Tramayne is no longer one of us. She is not to know anything about us…As far as she knows there is no such thing as vampires, were wolves, demons, or anything else for that matter.” Aden said in all of their minds. Quayd shook his head. He did not need to hear Aden telling him to know Hala wa...
My name is Louis. I'm White and I love my Vietnamese wife so much, but Lilly calls me "Daisy Lou, a Dick-sucker" nowadays, and she's 8 months pregnant from a Nigger-man named Jerome. She keeps me in her panties; it makes me feel good, feminine and servile. Since she doesn't wear panties anymore, now that she's a Nigger-loving wife, she told me I should wear...
Once we had both cleaned ourselves up, we realized we would need a good meal before heading out on our adventures for the night. As had been the case through the whole trip, Gwyn picked out my clothes and laid them on the bed while I was in the shower. I'd removed the inflatable plug from my rear before getting in the shower, and was feeling a little empty a...
I have decided to make this a comedy posting. Why? Recently, I went looking for a book on one end of the crazy spectrum. The book had been (loosely) based on an episode during World War II, and it was supposed to "prove" that Pope Pius XII could not qualify as "Hitler's Pope." Instead, this conspiracy theory had Pope Pius XII using the Jesuits to assassinat...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
My darling Anthony, The phone rings and it is you. That is how it always starts. I have promised myself in the days since you last came here that I must not let it happen again. I have sworn to myself that when your call comes I will not respond. I hate myself for what we have done. I hate our betrayal and the lies we have told. I hate my hunger and my gree...
I thought I could escape from it but I've come to realize that in the end there's no escape. It doesn't matter hard you try or how strong your resistance is, you will get what's coming to you. Fate simply cannot be avoided. It doesn't matter if you're an individual with exceptional abilities. The fabric of fate cannot be changed. My name is Jamal Trevor. Fri...
Author's Note: Thanks to all the reader's that have taken the time to read this short series. I have enjoyed it and will miss some of the characters. . . but not all. *grin* Please leave a comment and vote, or send me your comment via Lit. All in all though, please enjoy this final, yet short end to what I think was a neat project. ~ Red Mitch sat in the ba...
I lay between my beautiful BBW Latina wife's Jasmine's legs and pounded furiously. My futile attempts were met with her laying there snickering, remote control in her hand channel surfing. You see, I'm Jasmine's cuckold husband and she is my world. She is a very curvy Latina woman with long, wavy dark hair, pouty lips, hips, legs and an ass to die for and br...
The shit I get into sometimes amazes even me. The name is Ti Malice but you can call me by my human alias, Steve Bertrand. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm openly bisexual, and attend Carleton University. I am fascinated by people and what they do. Far from being an impartial observer, I like to go out an...