"Sell." That was Phillip's last comment for the phone conversion. "Can't get a moment to myself," he mumbles. And although at this moment he lay sunning himself on a lounge next to the pool, the statement was mostly true. Weeks of work turned into months, and months turned into years. He was physically and emotionally drained. Today was the first chanc...
As the title suggests, this submission is an epilogue to the story. Like the rest of the story it involves interracial sex. If this offends you, don't read further. Unlike the other chapters, this part doesn't contain any detailed sex scene. I woke up the next morning with mixed feelings. While I had an incredible time, a part of me still didn't want to bel...
Salutations, dear readers. My name is Salome Rosenthal and I got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant mother, Joanne Watson, and a Jewish father of English descent, Ephraim James Rosenthal. Being a biracial Jewish Canadian woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy. There's a lot of racism in the...
"You're simply incorrigible and arrogant, Mr. Omar Stephens, someone should definitely teach you a lesson," Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland said, and the slender yet curvy blonde academic pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and sighed. She leaned against her desk, inside her private office. They were in the Law School at Canada's Capital University. Lic...
It never ceases to amaze me, the many misconceptions which humanity has about my species, especially in this day and age. The name is Gabriel Saint-Antoine, and I'm a werewolf. Man, it feels so good to get that off my chest, you got no idea. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to immigrant parents from Haiti. I wish I could tell you something really...
I am a good girl. I have almost always tried to be a good girl. My father is a strong, certain, proper man who lives to be right with God in all things. I have strived all my life to be that way. But, as I have gotten older and moved away from home I have found that I can only really be a good girl when I'm in the presence of those that are perfect. Or t...
Note: All of the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen, the elves even more so. This story does not represent any real people or groups. Any errors or omissions are my own. This is a fantasy. Quite literally since there are elves. It does contain magical transformation. Please look at the story tags. If you don't like those things then you mi...
The year was 1863 and the place was the heart of the South--Atlanta, Georgia. The U. S. Civil War was in full swing and the landed gentry were trying hard to keep their slaves. At least some were, the rest were trying to keep their slaves hard. Miss Eugenia Johnson was one of the later persuasion. You see, she knew, without a doubt that eventually slavery...
A trip to the mall Author's Note: this chapter has no sex but was needed for story clarification. Tom's comment that he was "not much of a man" stuck with me and made me think, that if he were not much of a man, he should learn to be more like a woman. When Tom returned from work, I told him to go into the bathroom and remove all the hair on his body exce...
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...