Amairani stared up at the high ceilings of her silent room, the sun spilling through the windows across her deeply tanned skin. She traced patterns on her body with her fingertips, leaving cool trails of rose-scented oil that her servant had given her. Her body was decorated with thin gold chains, clinging to her like delicate serpents. They began at her fin...
Is it possible for a Black man to fetishize his own race? That's what I want to know. My name is Dillon Blackmore, but you can call me D.B. I was born in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. That's a story in and of itself, how my parents met and stayed together. I'll tell you about it some other time....
Hello Lit! Thanks to everyone for the feedback and comments, Steve and I both read them! I will admit to still being behind on feedback via email. I'm catching up, just slowly! Thanks to all for the constructive advice about clothes vs cloth - oops. A word of advice to aspiring Lit authors - don't procreate, they are s-o-o-o-o time consuming! In a good way...
The rule was written in stone-the brothers of Omega House did not party the weekend before Finals. An Omega was expected to excel in all aspects of campus life-socially, athletically, academically. Forgoing two days of orgiastic delights was a small price to pay for the extraordinary benefits that came with the three letters the brothers wore on their chests...
Whenever I got out of a relationship I would go a little wild. You know blow off some steam, not to mention other things. The thing was, I loved sex and when I was in a relationship I got it all the time, so whenever I was single...you can guess what happens. I try to just masturbate, I love to play with my pussy anyway. So for awhile I can keep that up, jus...
Our anniversary, that's what it is today our anniversary. Thirty three years today, that's how long Wendy and I have been married, thirty three pretty good years. At fifty one Wendy still looks great, sure after five kids she's put on a few pounds and things aren't as perky as they once were. But to me she's still the hot young eighteen year old babe I mar...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
This is the one chapter you can be read on its own. I would still recommend to read the previous released chapters as they are written in chronological order and will provide for a better understanding of the characters and their mindsets. If you do not like stories of wives who stray or marriages where partners are shared I would consider moving on to oth...
On my twenty first birthday I was a nerdy virgin who had never had a boyfriend. I had little self-confidence, a wardrobe of sweatshirts and jeans, glasses as thick as the bottom of coke bottles, braces on my teeth and no money in the bank. A year later the braces were gone, the glasses were gone, I had a designer wardrobe most women would kill for, an expens...
In the music room on the first floor of the Stone house, Tempest slammed away on the grand piano keys, her tiny fingers moving fast as she played her self- composed masterpiece. She focused on the keys, channeling her anger and her anticipation, shifting the cherry sucker in her mouth from side to side as she concentrated and waited... She had been playing...