The day had barely muttered grayly through the closed window, had barely whispered in the tunnel of her pink ear, had only rolled once to stretch its clouded back and try to dim the sun with ash-cover that would deny the hour, when she knew. She guessed by the still of the apartment, by the strength of her own breathing, by the lack of a certain damp warmth...
I was in New York City. It's so not like me, but one of my readers has an aunt who writes and she hooked me up with her editor, and one thing led to another. I was at 'Jack's Wife Freda,' a place lil ole me would never have gotten into if not for my so-called 'fame.' Whatever! My me is all agog at who is in this place I'd never be without who I was with. An...
Facts: Australian actress Margo Robbie started her career in the Australian soap "Neighbours". About a cul-de-sac/street with 5 houses and the intertwined lives of the people who lived in it. The show started in the mid-eighties and is still going strong today. It's been syndicated all over the world (like the UK and some European countries). A lot of big...
We ambled aimlessly through the soft, crystalline blanket of white. The dreamy shroud of night obscured our visual perception, nevertheless, heightening our hearing. The rhythmic whoosh of water crashing against rocks soothed us. Brandon had finally shown me his secret place--the kind of place where people searched their souls, heightened their perceptions,...
The tall blonde walked into the dimly lit space of the café, pausing in the doorway, letting her eyes grow accustomed to the darkness. He sat on a stool at the end of the bar, watching her for a few seconds before he got up to meet her halfway across the room. She smiled when he put his hands around her waist, trying to pull her close. But she pressed her...
As she entered the doors of the luxury hotel in downtown Chicago she recalled his most recent text to her: "I want you to walk into the lobby and take a seat. Start reading a newspaper. Instructions to follow." She pulled her rollaway behind her as she approached a chair in the lobby. "Checking in?" A hotel attendant inquired. Her eyes briefly met the at...
I went to bed and she was the last thing on my mind. In fact she had been all that had been on my mind since I sat down in the Cherry Room; a dive bar for down and outers who can only afford to perv on girls who charge a dollar a dance and five for a private. I stayed only for one dance as I needed my other three for a scotch and soda. I reluctantly sat do...
The crudely built mechanical mule awkwardly stepped on the pock-marked ruin of a highway toward the remains of a city ahead. It dragged behind it a crude wagon made from the frame of a gutted automobile. Two figures sat in the wagon, a bald man garbed in as close to fine duds as one would manage in this day and age; the other a young, dark-haired woman with...
My beautiful wife lies besides me after a night of passionate lovemaking. Her name is Lasouda. And she is the Queen of the Bagayobo people of Mali, deep within the motherland of Africa. Anyone looking at her would see a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young Black woman in her twenties. And that's fine because that's what they are meant to see. If only they knew...
Hey, there. My name is Lauren Brigham. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, porcelain-skinned and somewhat curvy. My hair is long, curly and blonde-white. My eyes are the lightest shade of emerald and my best features are my cute face and finely rounded, heart-shaped and decidedly large bottom. I live in the city of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I'm a somewhat f...