Author's note: This is a story by reader request. He wants to be dominated by a black woman and asked me to write his fantasy. Below is the first chapter of that request. ***** Bart Jackson was finishing off the last work day of a hellish week and needed to relax. Being an account executive for an accounting firm was stressful enough, but that idiot damn n...
Part III Chapter 17 ____________________________________ Is there any real difference between dreams and a nightmare? If there is, the line between the two must be very fine indeed. Just the slightest change leads the dreamer from an exquisitely comfortable experience down a rabbit hole to gasping confinement, with inward-pushing walls forcing the dreamsc...
In April 1975, the U.S. led effort to prevent the unification of Vietnam under communist rule had come completely off-the-rails; in South Vietnam, and particularly around the capital city of Saigon, North Vietnamese forces had moved into place, ready for the final push to consolidate the country - and to expel the remnants of American influence from the Sout...
18. Domesticity Mary stood in the shower and let the hot water wash the tension of the past few hours from her skin. The yelling had started even before everyone was assembled. Neither she nor Robbie could rein the others in. Aiden's booming voice worked well enough to get everyone's attention, but no one was willing to listen beyond that. Unless Aiden want...
Back at the Lab when Emily arrived she saw 2 young scientists she did not recognize. There was a young gentleman and woman probably right out of the university standing outside her office. "Hello may i help you?" She asked. "You must be Dr Bennett, I'm Geoff and this is Kaitlyn, we were sent to assist you due to your short staff, i understand some of your...
The 1:15 bell rang at the St. Agnes academy. The students filed into the classroom of Ms. Mary Bennett the 12th grade math teacher. The teenagers were dressed in neat uniforms and sat down quietly. The girls wore plaid skirts and blue sweaters; the boys wore black blazers with kaki pants. The classroom was conservatively decorated; only a cross-hung on the w...
Nights were hardest now. The dark uncertainty of morning -- and what might come, like shades of gray marching across her ceiling, because even Copenhagen's wharves lay quiet now -- whether by day or night. The constant stream of rumors from the south, of Germany and Austria on the march once again, had unsettled even her father -- and nothing ever unsettled...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
This is a modernization of Pride and Prejudice that I wrote back in college (so some of the writing is a little cringey, but I've tried to improve it). I've found it recently and reworked and added in some racy scenes. I'll post chapters as I edit. Constructive comments are appreciated! Enjoy! It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in charge of a...
Miles Springham was to know the lush humiliation of his own confession of adultery, led to the low table by his wife, and made to sign divorce paperwork in admission of his crime against womanhood, the paperwork drawn up by Sadie Venner, who greeted his trembling and seed smeared hand with a triumphant smile, as a pen was passed to it for signature. "All pe...