I realise that I am leaving myself open to being pilloried by the 'Anonymous' brigade with this story. In a previous story, 'A Good Year' I attempted to delineate between the story, and my comments on the writing process, by italicising these comments. But it didn't work and, of course it was all my fault! I should have italicised the comments I was told. Th...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows,...
Cherry had been laying in the dark, playing with her pussy when the alarm had gone off. She cursed low under her breath and quickly turned on her side away from Jack. Luckily he was normally quite dozy when he first woke up. It was not that Jack was not a good, kind and considerate lover. It was not even that he had a small cock or went too quickly. It was n...
My sincerest apologies to any fans of this series, some long bouts of writers block, combined with long hours at work and family obligations have slowed the process. Once back from his weekend trip with Shannon, Kevin went to the bank pulled some money out of the bank. He then preceded to the jewelry store to buy an engagement ring for Shannon, he drove st...
Time Travel The General was a menacing looking man. He always stood out in a crowd. The general was one of those men that never left his job at home and he was who he was. One can always see that he was of military stuff. Something he loved to brag about. A man proud of his family lineage of military men, going as far back at the beginning of the 1900's....
Salutations, dear reader. How in hell are you? I'm Wendy Portage, a six-foot-tall, thick, dark-skinned and sexy, big-booty Haitian mama living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. I recently graduated from Massasoit Community College with a degree in Nursing, and I'm a manager at Sears. Life is okay for these days, but things can definitely get better! I...
Growing up there was an attractive older lady who lived on my road, her hair was blonde like the sun, her skin had that quality to it of a woman who had enjoyed many exotic and carefree holidays in her prime, her jaw was striking. I knew that her husband had passed away in an industrial accident many years previously, and it pained me to think that nobody wa...
BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
An account of the impact of teenage abortion on two young lives, and the unforeseen consequences years later. * Why did you go through with it? Why did you do it? You didn't have to. And now you know you made a mistake. A terrible mistake. One that can never be undone. Ever. How sad. How stubborn. But I'll still love you, always. I can still see your beau...
Allen shaves, his eyes focused, the lights of the bathroom vanity dancing as he does the practiced moves for the umpteen-millionth time. He still enjoyed it and he enjoyed the fact that each morning presented him with a very male challenge. Last few touches and he rinsed the razor, rinsed his face, looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He was nude, his...