Life in a group home for the unrepentantly mentally ill has its rewards. The headmistress of our home for the divinely touched summons me to her office. There is a young lady dressed too casually to be staff. Ms. Kate says, "Paul, this is Laura. The police found her sleeping under the interstate. There were no beds available in any of the female homes. I'm g...
"Bahir, fuck, dammit, why won't you die?" Jonathan Kinsey said, as he aimed the shotgun at me, after blasting me with silver bullets. The bullets hurt like hell, to be sure, but for some reason, unknown even to me, I refused to die. Exasperated, Jonathan walked up to the window, which he smashed, letting in the early afternoon sunlight. The sun's rays bathed...
At nine o'clock on a Saturday morning in May, Herman climbed off the turnip truck in San Francisco. Actually, it wasn't a turnip truck, it was a Greyhound Bus and Herman climbed off at the Seventh Street Terminal. Calling it a turnip truck is another way of pointing out that Herman was a yokel, a rube, a hick, a jay, or whatever word is used nowadays for a t...
It was the second day of our honeymoon, and life was good. Ben and I arrived at our villa in the Caribbean yesterday morning, spent the day in bed and by the pool, and I surprised him with my sexiest lingerie and a moonlight fuck that some of our fellow guests got to see. The following morning we slept in, and Ben made me breakfast and mimosa's then went t...
The palace was a hive of activity. La Contessa has returned from her country estate outside Padua to her town palace in Venice for the week. Her palace, overlooking Canale Rigolleto with views of the dome of San Marco, is one of the finest in 18th century Venice. She has announced that she is going to hold a party. Not a grand one, like her famous masquerade...
(fictional story about fictional characters) Debra Barone's tenth wedding anniversary was only a couple months away and she found herself wanting to do something really special for her, NY Newsday sportswriter, husband Ray. He had actually been pretty nice, and thoughtful, lately; and she knew he worked hard; so she wanted to show her appreciation. On one...
This story, and all my stories, contains fictionalized characters from long ago memories and recent events of my life. I am a 60+ year old Black BI woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you wi...
I have been a photographer for nearly twenty years, working the past five out of a standard storefront studio and shop. I used to work the glamour and fashion runway circuit, but I got tired of dealing with shallow, anorexic chicks with phony silicone tits and decided to find something more enjoyable. I do the wedding gigs and portraits to pay the bills like...
Ellen fluttered around the studio like a butterfly trying to keep some semblance of sanity amidst the tides of chaos. Our small studio catered to the University crowd, and their egos were often greater than anyone should put up with, but Ellen somehow kept them in line. Maybe it was her stunning red hair, her 34C-22-34 figure, or the lingerie photos of her b...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * Long ago, Norse raiders established a settlement in our country. Eventually, we drove them out, but not before they had impregnated some local women. That is why occasionally a child is born who possesses blond hair. Some years ago, such a boy was born into the royal family. Unfortunately, when he came of age and be...