Author's Note: I was very flattered and encouraged by the comments on the first chapter of the story. Thank you for the feedback. This next portion is twice as long as the first chapter. It's juicy on action and characterization, but if you're looking for something more like erotica, and less like literature, you may want to return later. This is intended...
Okay, a word of warning from the off -- if you're going to be offended by a white cuck husband whose wife gives herself to a group of black men, don't read this piece. If a scene that features black men impregnating white women turns you into a seething ball of outrage, don't read this piece. If you're going to get all snarled up with hate at descriptions of...
I was standing on Mount Lemmon looking out over the desert at the lights of Tucson that night. The night that turned my whole damn life into one wild ride. I was bored. Tired of my job, tired of my now ex-girlfriend. Tired of life in general. The only thing that was going right for me was my Hawg. A 1956 Harley-Davidson Panhead. It's not often that a pe...
1. Christi was in her kitchen at home one sunny morning after her husband Joe had left for work to go to his construction company. His 35th birthday was coming up and as she sat at the table sipping a mug of Chamomile tea, she pondered what she wanted to do to surprise him this year for his birthday. She thought back to last year and the trip to the Grand C...
Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. Chastity repeated the names to herself as she directed a coy smile at the man she had brought back to her apartment. Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. They were the names of the women he had raped and then sent to the grave in one case and into the ICU with the others. They were women like her—women who shared an... affliction...
This story is a slight departure from my usual stories and was co-written with my husband, Rusty Marshall. Bridget Mallory lay corpse-still, staring at the ceiling, beside her husband of more than twenty years. A solitary tear slipped from one eye and slowly snaked its way toward her ear. Frustration was nothing new to her. She had spent more than a few fru...
"THE DEVONSHIRE EPICUREAN SOCIETY": A newly-discovered "Sherlock Holmes" Adventure from the Memoirs of the late John H. Watson, M.D. Copyright 2004 by SEXY_GOURMET, All Rights Reserved, No Copies, Reprints, or Quotes Without Express Written Consent of Author. FORWARD/PROLOGUE: WATSON: Throughout the years, no doubt many readers of these chronicles of my...
[Author's note: I expect most readers will not reach the end of this novella in one viewing. With that in mind, each chapter is written as a self-contained story.] * CHAPTER 1 -- A TOURIST'S ARRIVAL Home in Boston At age 39 I enthusiastically embraced the maxim that life began at forty. Except I didn't notice any difference when the birthday came and pas...
This has been a long while coming, mostly because I've been busy, got a new laptop - which failed right in the middle the first time through, and assorted other many factors. The dog ate my homework, ok? The dates in this - You'll notice that the years move A LOT and not in the right order at first. Part of the reason is that the character's POV might no...
His first sensation was one of motion, of floating forward through no power or will of his own. Hot, humid air assaulted his face and chest and privates, which he suddenly realized seemed to be totally naked. The air was so moist and burning he could barely breathe. He noted that his body's lighter than air movement was not quite smooth, but rather jerky,...