Copyright © 2006 Trace Ekies. All rights reserved. I was sitting by myself in a semi-circular booth at the edge of the dance floor. I had just started my second drink. Smitty's was a popular dinner/dance club about ten miles North of the city's center. When I came here after college this area was a cow pasture. But the city grew rapidly to the North; Smitt...
Lily snapped at me when I instructed her on how to properly handle my car. When she threatened to leave me on the side of the road I sat back in the passenger seat, allowing the wave of intoxication to carry me away from what drove me to drink in the first place. It was getting warm in the car so I rolled the window down. At night the smell of the city chan...
I had a bad taste from the breakup with my wife that I had to purge, and I had to purge it quickly. I craved the electric thrill of a new, strange woman's touch, the heady high of getting off solely for the sake of getting off. There was a sure way to deal with this: I went to a brothel for an hour's session with someone I didn't know. There were five wome...
Sazaén © June 13, 2008 Disclaimer: This is my first submission in this category I hope it goes over well. It is a story that explores black lesbians, in a paranormal setting. If it is received well I will try to make this into a short series. Please enjoy! -SpicySynAmon- Chapter 1: The Search We appear in places that are hard to see. Make note of the thi...
Warning: Adult content is obviously included in this story. Please do not read unless you are over 18. * * * * * I used to ride the train for hours alone. The 7:40 pm to Vanguard avenue. The 8:20 to Hollyhock St. The entire night I would sit on the lonely train and look out over the city, the lights of homes, and offices showing like stars through the blac...
Chapter 1 It was March 1st, 2001 when I met the man I have committed my heart and body to. That day was cold and rainy. With my hood over my head, I did not see the car that almost hit me. Yes, it was stupid of me, not looking both ways. I didn't hear anything coming, so I took a chance. It's a good thing he was there. I took two steps and then I was looki...
I'd been sitting for the Ferdands. Mr & Mrs Ferdand had been invited to a show by Jacob, Mrs Ferdand's brother. There had been no problems. The kids were young enough not to argue (too much) and had all gone to bed quite peacefully. I'd just lazed about and watched some TV. Now that they were back we were all in the kitchen having a cup of coffee while the...
Hello! I'm Paul, Chloe's husband, and this is the third account we've written about her adventures as a "Loving Wife." If you haven't read the first two installments, I'll quickly go over what you need to know. Chloe has straight brown hair that she used to wear short. She's let it grow, and now it's just above her shoulders. It's a different look, but st...
I used to say never but I guess I changed my mind. And I'm glad I did. My name is Theodore Jeunesse. My friends call me T.J. Who am I? A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I have lived in the City of Ottawa for a long time. My family moved there from the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti wh...
I recognized him as soon as I walked into the office, but tried to keep my cool. Jim Johnson was my idol, my favorite sports writer, and now here I was, recent journalism grad, starting my first day of work at the same paper where he'd spent his career! It was October, I had just graduated from Big State in June, and still had goosebumps from the phone call...