"Are you sure you want to go up there?" asked the driver. Fear and superstitious dread colored his words. Anne ignored him. She watched fat raindrops splatter the windshield. The driver had asked the same question three times since picking her up at the station. She knew the fear in his voice was for his own safety not hers. The villagers feared Castle Fran...
"Yasmin, my dearest wife, would you please get that big round ass of yours away from me? I've got to study for my LSAT," Bashir Diallo said, and the big and tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome West African Muslim scholar sighed deeply, and set down his copy of the Princeton Review LSAT Prep book. Only three weeks until the LSAT and he didn't feel too co...
It is early to hunt, but I am hungry and, to be honest, the hunt has lost much of its appeal for me. I am glad that it is likely to be the last time, and want it to be over as quickly as possible. I find myself wandering along the bank of a river, and I choose to sit at a pavement café, which overlooks the water, for a light lunch. One of the waiters catch...
Chapter Eight: Liberty Leading the People Jane Matthews lifted her thigh booted legs gently from the bucket seat of her sports car and stretched, carefully avoiding her head on the raised door, which let out a cloud of smoke into the cold air. Because she was driving, and because it was a reminder to Ruth Mears of the power of mink, she wore the Blackglama...
I was moving stuff into my dorm room. It was my freshman year at the University of Wisconsin, ostensibly I was there to study journalism, but I was really looking forward to a year of going out all night, sleeping until noon, drinking until I puked, and all the other advantages of college life. I had grown up and spent my whole life in the city of Chicago, a...
It was the end of July in Indianapolis Indiana, but even the privilege of living on Meridian Street in the most exclusive part of the city, just blocks from the Governor's mansion and the Booth Tarkingtons, didn't spare the Marion Thorntons and their guests from the oppressive summer heat of 1919. They were hosting their neighbors, the William Colliers, for...
Editor's note: this story contains gay male content. If this does not interest you, please read no further. This is a true story, but names have been changed to protect those involved. ------------------------------------- My name is Chuck. I'm 38 years old, clean cut, 6-3, 215 lbs, and have a shaved head. My friends name is Bill and his wife's name is St...
When I was younger I would look forward to the serendipity section of "real" letters to skin magazines, those unbelievable stories that, upon reflection, may or may not have actually occurred in real life. I mean I'd never thought I'd get a blow job on a train, but well, it happened...just like I had once read in a magazine. I'd never screwed my sister, bu...
In our last story, we found that Danielle had embarked on a first date as a crossdresser, an important step for any CD, but upon arrival to her date's home, is drugged and taken to a dungeon in the basement of a rather beautiful mansion. The story continues from there. In and out of consciousness, all I see is lights. The last words from Renee's mouth still...
I came home the other night to an evening of unexpected pleasure. As it involves the man in my life, I asked his permission to share it. To my delight, he not only permitting me to write this, he insisted! Of course, he read the comments to my last entry and the sweet emails sent by some readers. I was afraid he might be angry that some readers were flirtin...