I'm not the world's best looking guy, but I'm not that bad either. I am rather solidly built, perhaps a couple pounds overweight, with short dark hair. I try to keep myself fit through walking, and there is one place in particular that I like. It's little more than a path through a small, though dense, wooded area, but I enjoy the seclusion of it. I was wa...
Haus pressed her firmly against the cold, rough stone of their wall, thick fingers wrapping her coarse black hair firmly around his hand as he jerked Kayley's head backwards. Their unprotected skin burned like fire, aggressive growls rumbling from both of their throats. "You thought you would win this time?" His tone was mocking and angry, the nails of his...
Things had indeed changed now. Gail had found someone that could give her what she needed. James had found the girl of his dreams. In a matter of a month she had moved in and they had set up housekeeping. She worked part time at a fabric store and he worked at a local ad agency. Life together was becoming comfortable. She and James made love almost every oth...
For as long as I've known my girlfriend Julie, I've known her best friend Cindy. When I first met Julie, Cindy was only a girl of 12. Julie was a friend of Cindy's family and was her babysitter for years. Cute kid and very innocent and sweet. I felt like a big brother to her watching her grow up and at some point realizing that she was going to make some hig...
Elizabeth tapped her foot in frustrated anticipation. She knew she had arrived at the appointed hour. Hell! Elizabeth had arrived on the spot early. Though time was such a relative term; especially down here in Hell. Her thin barbed tail wagged like an annoyed cat's. She waved strands of jet black hair from her sharp face and polished one of her little devil...
Brother Samuel Xavier here. The big and tall, openly bisexual Black male author who has resided in the West Side of Brockton, Massachusetts for years. I feel quite sad while writing this because I will soon leave this community I've grown to care about. Simply put, life doesn't stand still. You either move with it or you're dead. My father, the charming soci...
Hi, everyone. My name is Lucifer. Son of The Morning. I trust all of you good Christian lads and lasses know the name. You may call me Iblis if you're Muslim or Has-Shatan if you're Jewish. How are you doing today? I've got some news to share with you. I want to apologize. Yes, I want to apologize to all of mankind. Uh, and womankind as well. Doesn't matter...
The drive over to Viktor's apartment had been quiet but for the soft lilt of British voices on news radio, not because of awkward anticipatory silence. Rather, it had to do with the fact that when he'd gotten in the car, he'd unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down around his thighs, and looked over at her. "I want you to blow me while I drive," he'd said...
I press back against the cold concrete behind me, most of the warmth imparted by the sun has fled and it makes my sweat covered back feel clammy. The rocks are hard beneath my feet, the scent of the flowering weeds along the creek thick and heavy in the late afternoon air. I strain to hear any foreign sound as I fight to make my breathing silent. "Come out,...
A hefty egg was churning inside me and a powerful vibrator had been secured with duct tape to my clitoris. Between them, the pleasure being forced upon my body was intense, almost to the point of being overwhelming. I could not even begin to guess just how long I had suffered this fate, nor could I begin to guess at the number of orgasms I had endured. All I...