[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY IS TOLD WITHOUT RESERVE OR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS; READER SHOULD TAKE CARE AND CONSIDER LOOKING ELSEWHERE; CONCLUSION HARD EDGED; READER MUST BE 21 OR ABOVE.] [THIS STORY CENTERS AROUND A MALE BULLY WHO GETS HIS COMEUPPANCE FROM HIS OWN DAUGHTER; HIS PUNISHMENT I...
My name is Christine Lassiter Anderson. Life has a way of knocking you down when you think you're invincible. Three years ago, I had it all. I was married to a multi-millionaire philanthropist and investment banker, and I lived in a townhouse in Boston's Back Bay. I drove a Mercedes and I went to A-list parties. I knew actors, supermodels and top businessmen...
The day I died was the best day of my life. A peculiar statement in itself but nevertheless, true. I was walking down a well lit street to the well lit parking garage to retrieve my sensible safe vehicle when the mugger struck. One minute I was walking considering dinner for the night and the next a knife sliced my throat open and left me bleeding to death o...
It was her third Tuesday of servicing Scott's desires when pain became part of the scene. After locking the door from the inside she strolled to the armoire and carried the red folder to his desk. "Number seven," he announced. She flipped the pages clipped in the folder and bent them over the top so the weight of the folder held the first six pages under it....
She sits quietly in the dark. Her anger is a palpable rage that seethes across the room becoming a great tidal wave that crashes against the locked door. Her eyes focus unseeing on the wall before her but her senses stretch beyond the door and feel all of those walking around the house. She unfurls her legs and stands throwing herself against the door frui...
Gloria's story: My husband, Peter, is police commissioner of our large southwestern city, and he's walking a very fine line between protecting the public from illegal sexual activities versus actively participating in them. Yes, his vice squad continually attempts to tamp down prostitution, pimps, and sexual slavery. But, on the other hand, he gives protect...
Note: This is the Final Chapter of the Dualism series. I hope the ride has been as fast and wild as I imagined the story to be. Once again, I would like to thank everyone for all their inputs and comments. Pardon the lack of sex in this chapter as I close the curtains on this story. Also, I would like to thank my editor UltimateHomeBody. Enjoy! ***** Dual...
My name is Alexandra Jane Norton. Also known as Fatima Abdul, which is the Arabic name I changed my original ( Christian) name to. Asalam Alaikum, my brothers and sisters. Here I am. Standing five-foot-eleven, chubby, with reddish blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. Clad in my burka you can't tell me apart from any conservative Muslim woman...sav...
My name is Joel Jackson. A big and tall black man. Formerly of the Civil Engineering School of the Georgia Institute of Technology in Atlanta. I got my bachelors degree in Civil Engineering from Georgia Tech but did a major career change afterwards. It made my parents heads spin. Whatever. I got to do my own thing. Currently, I'm living in Los Angeles. In th...
Hello, there. My name is Steve Vincent. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A college graduate, hardworking professional and homeowner who finds himself dissatisfied with his world. Sometimes, I wonder why Black people in America, especially the South, can't seem to make any progress. I knew the an...