A small girl played beside a stream on the outskirts of a large wood. The housing development her home was in was on the edge of town, and Charlene loved to explore the wilderness right outside her back door. The sun beat down mercilessly from the sky, but could not penetrate the dense foliage above, providing the girl with a comfortable shade to play in....
I God, it felt good to be out in the sunshine! The sun stroked Monica's back with heat that spread throughout her body like a hot steaming mist. Her simple gauzy cotton skirt brushed her thighs in a complicated syncopation with the wind and the length of her stride as she walked down the busy street. Her long straight auburn hair lifted a little in the bree...
A dim bar, some sultry blues playing in the background. A door swings open and I walk out dressed in a schoolgirl outfit and black leather boots that zipped up the back. My tongue flicking across a bright red cherry lollipop. Slowly sucking it into my mouth as I pause in front of you. I look you in the eye and wink as I skip off, my innocent looking ponyta...
Deepa and Rudra were waiting in the lobby of what had been the Tata Centre, one of the first multi-storied office buildings in Calcutta. Now after weathering many storms, it was a shell of its past glory but Pandey-ji had occupied it and operated out of Rusi Mody's erstwhile office on the top floor. Today was the second day that Deepa was here. That was why...
The concrete of the tunnel is cold against the exposed skin of my ass, but my short legs barely respond after collapsing upon my meaty cheeks. The tremors in my thighs continue long after I sit down, and I have to concentrate to feel the vibrations of the approaching train in my bones. I know that all I have to do is stand, climb aboard and switch trains at...
Bright colors, fancy clothes… So many unknown faces. "Why am I here?" I wondered out loud, moving slowly through the crowd out to the stone balcony. I didn't care for the gaudy attitude the whole ball exuded. It seemed so merry and jovial at a glance, but when in the mix, I just felt like it was a big play and I should have been trying to act importan...
The little Midwestern hamlet we live in is a college town, but there's not much else to it besides the college. The population isn't enough to sustain much business. There is but a single grocery store, and it's small and pricey. Within fifteen or twenty minutes in multiple directions, other towns have better stores. And, yet, my husband Scott has long shown...
Hey Guys this is my first story in what I hope to be a multi-story arcing very long tale revolving around a character that eventually becomes a pretty cool fictional character. The first chapter is more to simply explain his situation before it all gets hectic. It doesn't have any sexy bits and only one semi-decent fighting bit in it. P.s. although only min...
Valentine was comfortably snuggled against Whistling Bear's back, her arms wrapped around his powerful torso. She had tucked her feet back, trying to keep them away from the straps and bags of gear that hung from his shoulders. A great quiver hung at his hip, filled with heavy arrows. He carried his bow in his hand as he made his way through the forest at a...
"Stephen, you need to leave, you've been cast out," said Helene Jean, my mother and the Matriarch of my now former clan, the Roamers. I looked at my mother, and her eyes were as pitiless as the sun. I stood in my study, holding a copy of Wonders of the African World by Henry Louis Gates Jr. A big and tall, dark-skinned and bespectacled black man in his twent...