I had met Jessica on the Internet. She had been reading my stories and sent some feedback. We loved or mail exchanges and became somehow friends, exchanged pictures. She also told me that she had another friend too. It was a married woman of 52. They exchanged some dirty mails, had phone sex and had even met once so far for a hot night. For her 25th birthday...
But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart And they turn your dream to shame - I Dreamed a Dream, Les Misérables **** A week and a half later, Zach found himself sitting in O'Malley's again. This time he was the one waiting to meet someone. He'd received a request from a local private investigator, M...
I walked back to the window once again, staring out at the night lights of the city below. Tossing back the last of my drink, I grimaced and swallowed. Sighing I pulled the curtains closed and sat back down at the small round table in the hotel room, my fingers tapping against it's fake wood top. "I wish you would quit pacing and calm down," Dale said and l...
My name is Muriel Norseman. I'm a six-foot-tall, alabaster-skinned and blonde-haired White woman living in the City of Atlas, Georgia. I'm the first White person ( and the first ever White woman ) elected mayor of this City in nearly forty years.. Atlas is a Southern City with a large African-American population. For decades since the 1960s, only Black men a...
I truly apologize for the delay in getting this chapter and subsequent chapters out. As I've said in the past, life slapped me hard and it's still doing it. Thank you for all those that have commented and continue to send me reminders that I need to get my brain back to working. Chapter 22 is more of a sex fest with not much going in the story line and I'm...
The time has come for me to stop hiding. I must resume my nightly hunt for that which I crave. My name is Patricia Atkinson. I am a Vampire. A long time ago, I became one of the Undead. Yes, Vampires do exist. We live among you and no one suspects our existence. That's the way we like it. I live in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of the city of...
I was inside my car on day, sitting in the back, waiting for the day to pass, so the night, cool and soothing, would come about decently. I was on the run you see, from a crime most people now-a-days would call stupid and rather ill thought out for someone like myself, a straight-A student at Jasmine High, the north side school of the city Winchester's Peak....
Many thanks to Chilleywilley for editing this story The "Mole Mob" what spread fear in our small Scandinavian town was probably the best joke in those thousand years that this small town had existed. It began with an article in the local newspaper in which a man by name Rupert Albert Timmer demanded an immediate closing of the popular dance hall in town....
Man, I'm not sure when my attraction to them Quebec women began but I'm thankful for it. My name is Steve Beauchamp. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Nepean, Province of Ontario. In 2007 I moved to Ontario from my native City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. I had just graduated from College Notre Dame Du Perpet...
My name is Rachel Shay. What I'm about to share with you is very difficult. But I must unburden myself somehow. You see, I was born different from the rest of humanity. I am a genetic mutant. Unlike the mutants you see in the movies and read about in science fiction magazines and comics, I'm quite real. And my life isn't a fairytale of adventure. And I live...