Friends call me Brother Samuel. Enemies call me whatever name they like. It's all the same to me. Because personally I really don't give a fuck. Who am I? A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. Lately, life has been particularly tough for yours truly. I feel really hurt, folks. I just found out my common-law wife Wendy was two-timi...
Thanks to everyone that has made a comment, hopefully the story will keep you interested! ***** Jeff was walking around in the courtyard, thinking about the last two days he had just had, when Piroska walked out on the veranda. He was so deep in thought that he almost didn't notice her. "Jeff, will you please sit down with me, I can see that you have a l...
She was afraid of it ending, but she was terrified that it would continue. Callie had not been able to figure out what was going on with her coworker. Adan had been distant...but then again, their paths did not cross once the spring term was over. She was in her office, around campus, preparing for the next academic year, organizing syllabi, connecting with...
I closed my eyes, lying still in the cool darkness of my bedroom. She's there, watching me as I remain motionless against the soft luxury of the mattress, soothing my tired muscles. I feel relaxed, yet expectant; calm, but excited. Waiting for her. Waiting for her to make a move, to glide from the shadows and approach me on the bed. To slide her soft, late...
There is evil in the world. Sometimes it resides in the hearts of men, sometimes in the hearts of women. Sometimes it resides in the hearts of girls. Evil is everywhere, and were this planet not occupied by humans, there'd be no evil at all. Evil is exclusively a human invention, and it resides in all of us, to little or large degree, but it is here, everywh...
I would like to thank my editor, Julie, for another fabulous job; you're the greatest. Also to the fan's and first time readers for following along with Kevin's last adventure. Crook's Creek pub, Predjama, Slovenia. Walking behind her husband, Kristine Dawson carried the left over apple torte as the wedding party made their way around all the well-wisher...
Dan hated to go shopping with his wife. They had been married twenty years and he knew the trip would be just like the last hundred or so. She needed clothes: old lady, boring lady, church lady clothes. God, how it sucked! Just once he hoped that she would find her way into Victoria's Secret, or even the lingerie aisle at Kmart. But never any luck with C...
My dad had passed on six months earlier and left me a little over five grand and his 1968 BMW R1000 motorcycle. He'd loved this bike, more than my mother and me. That was obvious. He left us when I was eight, moved to LA to open a repair shop and to live in an area where he could "ride my bloody bike year round." Year round wasn't in Chicago where he'd ended...
January 2021 Demond had had Little Slut Marie as his sub for a year now. As the world had been in panic over COVID-19, Demond had used the lockdown to spend lots of time training Marie. His girl was now an accomplished squirter, an excellent bottom for all his favorite types of kink play, and finally, for Christmas, he had claimed her ass. During her train...
Dear Shoeblossom... I don’t know if my involvement with Satanic Silki is my fault, because of my neurosis? You judge... First, my parents were weird, warped people. The oldest of us kids, Breanne, became an adulterous bitch, and my brother Brian’s effect was, he was a cruel asshole. And he ran off with my first wife. I’m Brogan, the youngest, the “sensiti...