Joseph spotted her immediately. Sitting in the upscale lounge having a drink and conversation with a female friend, his pulse started racing immediately as his gaze focused on the extraordinary black woman who had just walked in. Joseph knew instinctively that she was one of those incredible black beauties that had fueled his fantasies since adolescence. S...
Those of a certain age will recall 1962 as an optimistic year, perhaps the last year of optimism in the troubled, tumultuous decade that followed. JFK and his New Frontiersmen were in charge; the GNP was humming along and Viet Nam was still a place most Americans couldn't locate on a map. The Cuban Missile Crisis lay a few months ahead, but we were still bli...
*Author's Note* The seventh part. It's a bit long, as I am trying to get through this a bit faster. Thanks to all readers who are sticking with me through this -- most appreciated! Remember, all comments, graciously accepted! Enjoy! ****** It's Saturday morning. It's been two weeks since my encounter with Reggie, and yeah, I think about it cons...
(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense. They would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather Pt. 2 ***** "You would bring War to this Villag...
My name is Bill Knight and I'm 39 years old. I'm tall, six feet three inches, two hundred twenty pounds, sandy hair, green eyes; I have a muscular build and keep myself in shape. I work out a lot, but I also remodel houses, doing most of the work myself. I'm divorced after a fourteen year marriage. My wife was the chairperson of a fundraising effort for our...
The roar of the crowd. The blinding radiance of the lights. The frantic sparkling of the cameras. The smell of sweat. The tension in my muscles. The feeling of skin-tight lycra riding up my buttocks and hugging my pussy. The almost painful titillation of my stiff nipples straining against my sports-bra. The thrill of victory. The thrill of defeat as well. Th...
It's Always Time, Act Five: Just Desserts Chapter Three: Too Little Too Late * * * * "STUDY the myths and legends of cultures across the world, and many uncanny similarities soon appear: great floods, winged dragons, serpentine women, cannibal kings, cunning imps, and mad oracles are just a few of the common mythological motifs. Look closer still and t...
Prologue AN: I do not own Resident Evil and I am not making profit from this work. "My name is Alice." The words sent a very cold chill down Dr. Samuel Isaacs's spine, and he stopped barking the orders immediately. With fear rising up from the pit of his stomach, he glanced over to the security Officer standing opposite him and gave the man a curt nod bef...
This story is being written by Jackie as a narrative of her progression from sexually inactive, to widower, to sexual active, to millionaire. Many characters are older so don't read if you are looking for young. The Week after our first bachelor party I was signing up new members almost every day now with 52 primary memberships with 10 associates. I had...
Look at a map of the West Coast, and if you observe closely, you will see a narrow peninsular running out. It is about four kilometres in length and one kilometre wide. In fact, this peninsular is all but an island. At high tide, it is cut off from the mainland huddle of houses with their combined shop and post office and the rather shabby pub. A strip of s...