AUTHOR'S NOTE **** Hey everyone ... thank you so much for reading! I am so flattered that my story has evoked such passion for poor Justine's plight. I feel that I need to explain a bit about who she is here before you read this next entry. As difficult as it is to admit, in a lot of ways, Justine is me ... I have lived most of this story. (So for those of y...
Conchita Vega. I sat perched on the seat at the helm of our boat. The wind was being kind to us for a change, making steering a course south-eastwards much easier. Waya climbed up the steps from the cabin, waving to me as he went forward. Waya Collins. He was right about being older than my own father, but he was just such a hunk of a man. I knew from hi...
Ancient Egypt: How long was I in that cell? Nahanit looked around as the wagon trundled through the city. Memphis was still familiar, but it was obvious that much had changed. The forceful eviction from her cell would have been enough excitement for a long time. But the guard who had dragged her out had then shoved her onto the back of a line of fellow p...
"You've got to be kidding me!" Jackson threw his cell phone against the wall, and it shattered into a million pieces that bounced along the street. His hands fisted into his hair, and, completely frustrated with life, shouted out a resounding, "Fuck!" "Anytime, darlin'," was the softly spoken reply, and Jackson spun around to see a black-haired beauty smili...
We arrive on campus that evening at 6:45. Not having a car has its drawbacks and taking the bus is one of them, so I was grateful for Lucas picking me up after work. Thankful for casual dress Friday, I am still dressed in blue jeans, a black cotton top, and black sneakers. We make our way across campus quickly and head to a large two story building. Once ins...
Author’s note: Kind readers, the names in this story are probably not correct usage of any native American language. The dialogue is not an attempt to ratify the movie stereotype, but is as I imagine would take place between peoples of limited common language. I have nothing but respect for the only true native Americans, and feel great sorrow at our usually...
My love, my only, my one and true… I love you so much, and I don’t know what’s going on inside your head. I don’t even know what’s going on in my head. I don’t know anything anymore. I’ve never been so helpless in my life, I don’t think, nor so miserable. I love you so much. I need you, but I don’t need you, but I want you. Do you understand? I want you so...
A Day at the Beach with my Amazonian Slave I saw her standing upright in the blazing heat. Sweat was dripping down her whole body. I told her to only put on baby oil even though it was July in the hot Florida sun. Tan lotion gives her body an Oder that's displeasing to me. (After all, I'm the one who has to sit on her back and shoulders and I need to be com...
The sound of air rushing past her ears and the sensation of the wind in her dark blond hair almost made Kristal believe that she herself was flying. But the comfort of strong arms around her body kept those beliefs at bay. The sights she saw as she raced high across the sky invaded her eyes and flared her imagination. "This is beautiful," she shouted above...
I have a housekeeper who comes in once a week. Normally Sharon is as happy as a lark, flitting around the house doing this, that and the other. Singing and chatting whenever I happen to be in the same room. Sharon was in her early twenties, an extrovert, quite pretty and with an easy personality. Always ready to go that little bit further to make sure the...