This is the fourth installment of the Mountain of a Mess series! While it's not necessary to read the other parts to enjoy this one, this part does reference the first three in several places, so reading them may fill in some plot holes. ***** It was 4:32 in the morning when I was woken up with a start. "Fuck!" Blake hissed in the darkness as he struggle...
The wooden ceiling fan with the fake gold plating pushed the air down from the ceiling. The air that night was standing still outside. A yellow-orange incandescent light bulb flickered each time that the refrigerator turned on the compressor. The little living room had a low couch and an arm chair. Neat books were lined up in a shelf. The car key for a secon...
What had started out as a fun hiking trip had quickly turned into a disaster. When we set out for Gallow Mountain, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, we'd planned a whole weekend around the trip. We packed up the car and set out on our road trip, excited to hike, climb, explore, and relax. Blake stopped and doubled over, his hands on his knees. He groaned audib...
He stopped as he looked in the open doorway to where the man had his wife naked. The man was between her leg's facing her harder than I had ever had sex with her. How could this have happened. I was the sort of husband that all our friends said they would like to be like. I gave Mary everything that she could have asked for. And here she was cheating on me....
After going through security and being frisk by the metal wand, Mary and Randy were finally on the plane making there way to their seats. Like always Mary was leading the way. Randy liked to give the impression that he was a gentleman when really he just liked the option of checking out Mary's well-turned ass. And him being 5'9" and her only 5'3" he could lo...
"There is no such thing as freedom of choice unless there is freedom to refuse." ― David Hume "Don't get anywhere near us!" hubby screamed, testing potential slogans for his assisted living home franchise. I retreated, as though the guy'd been tattooed with 500 radioactive warning labels. Such stated, I was already across the room. Aside from crawling ben...
Daphne awoke gently to the sound of windchimes. With a generous stretch, she leaned over to silence her alarm. Despite the uneasiness of the night before, she felt well-rested and chipper. She drew the curtains of the bedroom window and was greeted with the soft light of the rising sun. Today will be a good day. This morning at the garden, they would be cr...
Chavis crouched in the quite cramped dog-cage, and willed himself not to pee on the newspaper. His bladder was killing him, and he'd been in the cage for three hours, ever since Miss Hooks had gone out shopping. What if someone broke in, and saw him, a naked preppie, locked in a small dog cage? The burglar or whoever, would laugh his ass off, really. Final...
I'll be the first to admit that math is from my best subject in high school. Actually it's easily my worst, but back in my senior year I think I had a reasonable excuse to not do well. I shared both classes with a girl named Cecelia, with whom I've been friends since 6th or 7th grade. Cecelia is of mixed Polish descent, with light reddish hair, high cheekbon...
In my last journal entry, I told of how my now-black-owned former girlfriend, Louise, her also black-owned roommate, Lynne, and our shared black dominator, Jerome, had made a big decision on my behalf: They had decided to kill my hope of ever having a so-called normal sex life in a committed relationship with a woman. They were going to proceed next towards...