*** I wrote this story shortly after "Brothers?" my first story about Michelle. There are a few more coming, both about her and her world, but they're not quite ready to publish yet. I welcome comments and suggestions. *** ** All characters in this story are depicted as 18 years old or older and no sexual activity features underage characters. ** ***** I'...
The truck moved smoothly along the interstate as we crossed Northern Pennsylvania. My brother Tom and I were headed for another weekend of bike racing in New Hampshire. This event was like the six others we had attended since school ended in May. The only difference was a special ladies race on Saturday night. A typical weekend event consisted of travel on...
Next day was Friday. I was nervous coming home from school. The previous evening I had let Kevin order me around, and he'd grown in confidence as the evening had progressed. I knew that set a dangerous precedent. There was an outfit laid out for me on my bed. I was surprised to find it was my modified school shirt and a pair of panties. The next surprise c...
"Brian Pumper, do you remember that porno scene we filmed a few years back, the one where you got dressed in a nice blue silk shirt like a businessman while I dressed like a stripper, and you fucked me up the ass on exercise equipment? Well, today, I'm going to do the same to you," Vida Valentine said, smiling smugly at the one-time Black Prince of Porn. "U...
As Salaam Alaikum, dear friends. My name is Suleiman, and I'm a Haitian Muslim brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. You don't find a lot of Haitian Muslims out there but I am one of them. I converted back in the summer of 2015, from a Christian background. Life has been okay in the few years since my conversion. Just a big and tall young Black man...
Chapter One Sam was sitting in his motel room alone doing some research, trying to figure out how he can break the deal that his brother, Dean, made to save his life. In a couple of months, it will be time to pay up. Sam was pissed at his brother, because instead of helping him research, Dean went out to a bar to get drunk and forget his worries. Sam wa...
Let's talk about life. We spend all our early years being taken care of. Then, we hit our pre-teens and decide we should have more freedom than our younger siblings. We argue more with our parents about giving us a little space. We reach our teen years and now we think we know it all. Isn't it odd how we thought we knew it all but everyday something we didn'...
Desiree woke the next morning to the sound of pots banging and the smell of bacon frying. She stretched in the bed and stumbled to the bathroom before going into the kitchen. She refused to look at her cell phone. When she was finished in the bathroom, she shuffled into the kitchen where she watched her brother cook. She sat down at the table and thought how...
First of all, I want to thank everyone who has taken time to read this story. I am having a terrific time writing this tale. I want to thank my editor, LaRascasse, for helping me with this. You are the best. There are many other people who have supported me in writing this tale and I want to take time to thank all of you. Now with great pride, I present to...
Part 1: There is only one truth about time in prison. Interrogation, and waiting The walls of my cell are comprised of a total of 22 stones. No one stone is the same height or width. The Tapalanie prison is inefficiently built, painfully built. Who would be able to live with themselves for erecting a prison? Slaves - only a slave would dig their own grave....