(This story is inspired by The Luther Vandross song of the same name.) What you are about to read is odd for me. As a rule I never try to post my stories to more than on site. This is a unique situation in that this is the first of two reprints of stories posted on another site. My thanks to my friend Isaac Newton for his editing and his challenging comment...
Tariq Diallo first saw the light of day during the heyday of the Sosso Kingdom, which ruled much of West Africa in the twelfth century. He was a warrior and a member of the personal guard of King Sumanguru, the last ruler of the Sosso Kingdom before it fell to the fearsome Sundiata Keita, Founder of the Mali Empire. On the run from the forces of the Mali Con...
"You're a lucky girl." That's what Steven says when he blindfolds me to take me down into the car. And don't I know it. I know how busy he is, how hard it has been for him to arrange for a Tuesday, which in the eyes of his employer is a wholly regular working day and evening and night, to be a night off. In our five years as a couple, four out of which spe...
Part 2 is actually a prequel to part 1 and is narrated by Det. Kevin Brown, not Tim Crane. My career in law enforcement began after a short stint in the Marine Corps as an MP and embassy guard. When I left the Corps, I advanced up the ranks of the local police force quickly, rising to vice squad detective within three years of graduation from the academy. I...
The first time I met her was in retrospect, how things would move between us later. I had just gotten home from work. It was a typical late summer day in the Midwest. Hot, sticky and no real breeze to be felt. My mind was on how hot my apartment was going to be. It's on the top floor, the windows face Southwest, and all the heat from inside the building ri...
Takes a bit to get to the sex; I was trying to write a 'slow burn' sort of story. "After you." "No, please." That was our introduction; a couple of conservatively dressed young middle managers trying not to beat each other out for the mediocre Marriott lobby coffee. It was day two of the national conference, but I hadn't seen her before. And I would hav...
Sometime in the Past "Hey...Hey!" a Japanese man waved. Nik took his earphones off. He was jogging on a treadmill and didn't notice the man say hello. "Hi." "You look in good shape. Do you come here often?" the man asked. "Sometimes, when work lets me. Why?" The Japanese man was skinny like a marathon runner. There didn't appear to be an ounce of...
Thanks for reading, and commenting.... that's always appreciated. I will warn you, I am not politically correct, and have been told that I'm VERY opinionated. This is the second of what will, most likely, be many installments. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, and I welcome any suggestions for further developments 'down the road', so to speak. En...
"You know me Suzi," said Paula, "I'm always up for a party, bring them on." She nodded and hummed a couple of affirmatives before adding, "of course, Suzi, as long as you don't injure the bitch, like you did the last time, she's all yours. I'll expect you at seven then... don't worry, I'll be ready and so will she. Ok. Bye." 'God, that Suzi could yack' she...
"Jeff Pierson, you have been in bed for the past four days, nonstop. You smell disgusting, your mail is flowing OUT of your mailbox, the newspapers have formed a pyramid amongst themselves, the neighbors are starting to talk, AND I'm getting pissed. Now get out of bed." "Go away, Lacey," I groaned, wondering now why I ever thought giving her a key to my pla...