Author's Note: Dearest readers, I wanted to take a moment and thank you for the amazing and very helpful feedback that I have received through email, as well as the comments that are posted as I bring out new chapters! It helps me so much to know that I have people's attention with my stories, and it makes me work harder to make these chapters compelling, t...
Kirsty watched him. Something was up. He was quiet. Too quiet. Too laid back. She always knew that 'Happy' hid a dark side, but it had been out in force today. She smiled as she remembered giving them nicknames over dinner that first night on the boat. Mikael was Grumpy she had decided, though she might have to change that one now that she knew him better....
"Take your silver spoon...dig your grave," one of the most prophetic lyrics ever spoken rolled from Stevie Nicks' lips and out the speakers of Leslie Carmen's portable stereo as she piddled around her kitchen listening to the oldies station one hot, June Saturday afternoon. Considering the amount of money her Husband, Lyle, had literally inhaled over the pa...
Author's Note: If you are looking to read a story where a white girl has sex with a black man and becomes a black cock queen, then you might not want to read this one. If you have an issue with a black man being portrayed in a non-stereotypical/positive way, then you might not want to read this one. Yes, he is sexually active, but he's not a sleazeball/woma...
For a long time there has been an argument between those so-called experts that profess to know these things, that who we are is either as a result of breeding, or, just as convincingly, our environment. In support of those on the genetics side of the argument, it would seem that I have a genetic pre-disposition to becoming a whore. On the other hand, it cou...
Every time I have sex with Kate, my sister-in-law, I swear that it is the last time. It's not that I don't love having sex with my wife's sister. It's just that I'm done with cheating on my wife and especially with cheating on her with her sister. It's wrong. It's over. I'm finished. No more, I can't do this. Enough is enough. I'm despicable and I hate mysel...
A couple of weeks later Jackie walked out of the school gate with her arm around Gwen's shoulders; they were laughing, heads together, as school friends do. They stood around in a group, heads together, moving their weight from foot to foot, swinging their school bags idly as girls tend to when they are together and not in a rush to part company. Gwen was th...
I fucked up this time. I mean royally fucked up. Fucked up so bad that my life changed forever, all because I didn't close the garage door. One stupid door and my world will never be the same again. **** My wife, Mandy, and I married almost six years ago. We met senior year of high school. Both of us on the nerdy side, we met at a math team meet. We went t...
"You made what?" I gasped into the hands-free phone in my car. I was driving myself to work the following morning feeling like I had been run over by a bulldozer. My body ached, my head throbbed and my vulva was raw from the onslaught it had received barely eight hours before. Plus of course my previously mild morning sickness had chosen that day to become...
The following story is the original conclusion to The Story of a Button. At this point, I have yet to read any alternative conclusions to TSOAB due to an unexpected and unscheduled trip to the operating theatre. Painful and expensive and that was merely the bill. The epilogue has been "softened" upon the advice of beta readers and upon reflection that Rita i...