I stepped down from the plane and the heat hit me full in the face. It was mid afternoon and the sun was strong, so I was sweating by the time that I reached the airport terminal the other side of the runway. It was a small airport, sparsely decorated, with a few bored looking officials. I presented my passport to the stern looking border guard, my cheering...
Foreword This is not a story that will suit many of you. I therefore urge you not to read it, unless you are one of the very few people in the world who enjoy the extreme humiliation of young men at the hands of women. This story, along with others I have written, has no redeeming features for the uninitiated. So I beg you, don't read it. Don't vote and don...
Author's note: This one's a little less dark than the last two. I guess we're too close to the holidays to be depressed. As usual I'd like to thank all of you for taking your valuable time reading this story. I'd also like to thank Mikothebaby for editing it. Originally we were going to use the names of the crew on the love boat TV series. We didn't because...
CHAPTER 2: TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME For the entire week following the first "Black Savage Takes White Maiden" movie night, I felt incredibly guilty and embarrassed that I let my husband make me finger myself to an interracial sex movie while he sat and watched me, and even more guilty and embarrassed, and that I went as far as to admit out loud to him t...
Ellie When Monday rolled around I was exhausted from crying almost the entire weekend. Everything I had believed about Marcus had been a lie and now I was heart broken and miserable. I felt like such an idiot. How could a 24-year old Greek God like him actually stay true to me? And why had I been stupid enough to honestly believe he would be? I was dreading...
ARE YOU POPULAR? CHARISMATIC? HOT? That was the headline that originally caught my eye in the 'Help Wanted' section of Saturday's local paper. That was the headline that changed the direction of my entire life. I went on and read the rest of the advertisement. "National Firm seeking young men and women 18-21 years of age to represent them in both Public Rel...
This story begins with me picking up the phone, and giving my good friend Simon a call. "Drrring rrring rrring, drrring rrring rri- CLICK" "Sup?" Short and to the point, that's me. They say brevity is the soul of wit, and I believe it. "Not much." Simon can be pretty curt, too. I ask, "Party at your place tonight?" "Yeah." ...but I daresay that in his c...
I wasn't sure if I ever would go back to this story. I had written about three other drafts of this chapter since I wrote the first one. I hated all the directions the story would go. This one felt right and I have received a lot of comments and email about this one recently. I am wrapping up chapter three of Lessons Learned too but I was torn between maki...
Author's Note: Welcome to the eleventh chapter of the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. You will find this section extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another and having kinky sex is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, y...
This story has been adapted from entries from diaries entrusted to me after my mother's death. I have 'changed names' to protect the innocent or guilty depending on your point of view and I have added a little bit of poetic licence to add substance. This is by no means meant to denigrate her memory but to share a little of the real sensuous, broad-minded wom...