This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. From the front page of Drexel College's admissions website: A Revolutionary Path for Tomorrow's Woman Leaders Since 1994, Drexel College has held fast to one mission: to provide women with qualit...
"Talk to the hand, my brother," Melanie Drexel said mockingly, laughing gleefully as she worked her gloved fist into her sub's rectum. The sub in question, a burly, muscular young Black man named Clayton Moors, moaned softly. Lying on his back in a hammock, the brother looked totally relaxed, or so Melanie thought, judging by his posture. Clayton's handsome...
Born in the City of Baltimore, Maryland, to a Haitian immigrant father, Leonel Jacques, and a White American mother, Muriel Hawthorne, Helena Jacques was born at a rather turbulent time in the United States of America's history. She learned early in life that being different could indeed make one's life more complicated than it had to be. There was definitel...
(c) 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved. Rubies are Red. Part 18zu Paul. I lay on my bed feeling awful. My mouth felt like the bottom of a Parrot's cage. I didn't think I'd had that much to drink the previous night. I looked at my wristwatch. It was just after seven am. Time for a shower. Grandfather told me at dinner he required the American authorities...
Part One Systems Start... Sequencing Engaging... ...idle ...idle ...idle Sequencing Engaged... Monolithic Kernel Loading... ...loading ...loading ...loading Monolithic Kernel Loaded... Application Port Booting... ...booting Application Port Booted... Run System Software Diagnostic... ...running ...running System Software Diagnostic: Nominal...
When Julie Roberts showed up at his door Steve should have know that she was going to be trouble. His mother had asked him to interview him for a position he had open in his electronics store as a cashier. Julie was apparently the granddaughter of one of his mother’s friends. His mother had been a little unclear about her past, just saying she had been in...
Dear Diary, He is coming tonight. Can you believe it? He will be here to take me away from all this pain and loneliness. I am so excited that I don't know what to do with myself. I've showered twice and have changed my clothes at least a dozen times. What will we do? Will he want to fuck right away or will he take me to dinner? I am so confused and yet, I h...
This is a work of fiction and does not represent any person, living or dead. This work is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author. Life had soured, but my innate attitude remained positive. That's hard to do after your parents have died. First Dad's heart gave out, after months of futile stents and a qu...
[This story was inspired by The Twilight Zone episode "The Lonely" which was broadcast on November 13, 1959. I imagined Lili Taylor, as she was in the 1990s, playing Alicia.] "I am persuaded that those who designed this system do not know what it is they are doing . . . I hold that the slow and daily tampering with the mysteries of the brain to be immeasura...
It was nighttime and Sandra closed her eyes to enter a deep sleep. She wondered if the night would bring her to her welcomed island of lust. Sandra had a hard day as she attended a few private parties and met some clients in discreet locations, making sure to please them all satisfactorily. She ran her hand down her slender thigh as she stretched out further...