Edited by English Rose June 21, 2003 * * * * * Chapter 1 Hong Kong 1950: "Ah fuck! "The voice yelled from under the blanket. A neatly polished boot kicked the bundle under the blanket again. "Let me be! Oh my fucking head! What hit me?" The voice growled from under the blanket again. "I am afraid it was that whiskey river that you tried to drain las...
What is bigotry to you? I've experienced so much of it, and I think it's part of life if you're Black and male, but I am not a believer in self-pity. I believe in fighting back, but I do it the smart way. One thing which never ceases to amaze me, and that's white male insecurity. You'd think a group that gets handed so much power and privilege would show a l...
Chapter 3: Schooled A female's lyrical voice penetrated the thick hazy fog of his slumbering brain. He winced and groaned, becoming aware of a silky slender arm around his shoulder and neck. It stirred briefly but didn't remove its weight. "Hello-o-o-o-! Anyone awake aboard?! Wakee, wakee, all hands off snakies!" His dark head shot up from his pillow w...
Now that Vicki had been introduced to a number of sexual varieties and had passed with flying colors, Tyko and I thought that we should have a graduation party for her so that she could put her new found knowledge to practical use. After obtaining Helen & John’s permission, we called Larry & Ellie who have a beautiful, secluded home on Long Island and asked...
The Ganthorian Hilton. Ruby had been pouting for the last hour. Miserable at being left alone to baby sit not only James Ian Pryce but possibly her own unborn child. It was pretty obvious she was carrying Jack's child yet she had no rock solid evidence as of yet. It wasn't as easy as going to the corner market for a pregnancy test. James had gone off to hi...
He pressed the chords as deeply as he could. Surely this would get him through Sunday morning. Sunday morning was his least favorite time of the week. He thought it was worse than Sunday afternoon and evening. Everything was dead on Sunday morning. It seemed the world closed up shop then, more tightly closed than the rest of the Terrible Thunder Lizard, whic...
I'm alone and naked on the beach of a desert island far, far away from civilization. The sky is clear and I'm feeling the sun on my skin while lying on the hot sand. I close my eyes and soak in the sun's rays for a few minutes. The thought of me alone on the island begins to arouse me. I feel my pussy tingle. With my left hand, I cup my left tit and stroke...
Another red folder was on my desk when I returned from my sunrise walk on the beach of my small private tropical island. Life had been very good to me. For twenty-five years I was a Dom training subs for wealthy people all over the world. Some students were lost souls forced to serve, some volunteered, some were sent to learn the lifestyle and some were forc...
His strong mind and masculine body easily tower over my small girlish frame. He leads both in business and our relationship. This is not a power I have granted someone else ever or so freely. There are small hidden secrets within him, when close enough I can feel his smooth palms and smell the scent of his baby soft smile. He hides his ambitions and dreams f...
This is the conclusion of the Wine Tasting party. At dinner Craig hinted at the activity after dinner. The catering crew arrived at about 5:30 and most of the members of the group were in their rooms; resting or making love. Craig showed the chef the kitchen and went back to be with Cathy. It took a little longer to get the meal ready and everyone sat in...