Chapter One I write short stories for a living. It's a modest living and it's not likely I'll ever be anything even approaching famous but it's fun, profitable, I can work wherever I am and I can set my own schedule. How much better can it get than that? Well it certainly could be more profitable. My life style does not provide for high end cars, long exoti...
September 7, 2007 Rob had arrived home earlier than when he had told his new wife he would be back from his sales trip. They had been dating for four years before he asked her to marry him. That was three months ago, and he yearned to spend his well-earned time off with his wife. Then Rob heard the strangest of noises coming from their bedroom. Gently placi...
Chapter 5: Sarah and Brian's First Game Sarah and Brian had been kept in separate kennels and had practiced at different times with the cheerleaders. Both were learning that their routine was going to be somewhat based on being chased, but neither could figure out exactly what or who was going to be chasing them. For Sarah, the ordeal seemed to be easier, a...
My name is Charles Benedict. A tall young black man from the Windy City. I'm currently hanging out with my buddies Davis Samson and Clyde Blacker, two tall and fit-looking black studs from the same hood. All of us are collegiate athletes currently on vacation. We play Basketball for Magister Institute of Technology, a private four-year college that is divide...
Every time I tell myself I'm going to quit being with him, I end up backsliding. I don't think my addiction can be overcome. How else would you explain what I'm doing right now? I'm in his apartment, waiting for him. He's become essential to my existence. I don't know how that happened. My name is Marina Brown and this is a true story of my struggle to overc...
Ted heaved a heavy sigh, knees bent to nearly his chest with freckle heavy arms sitting atop them. Eyes glanced to a tree to his left, in it the intials J.A., M.F., and T.T. were carved above a pot leaf with 4/20/99 written beneath it. He remembered that Easter Sunday. Janey had still been a relatively new friend, but a promising one who could roll blunts an...
Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at writing erotic stories, so thank you to everyone who has enjoyed them thus far. A little background, the characters in my stories are based off of real people. The names and locations have been changed to protect their identities, but all the stories are true. Courtney is a character based on a young woman that I have...
After a lifetime's work, and so many sacrifices, Ember had finally attained her goal. She stood at the heart of the dormant volcano, Mount Nazzad, on a black stone platform suspended by enormous chains above bubbling magma. Before her glimmered a very large ruby on a pedestal. Within it, she knew, slumbered the immense power of Zad the Stoker of Passions, se...
Ashley stared at the letter grasped in her hand. The large red letters that spelt "OVERDUE" stared up at her like an angry accusation. She also thought, wryly, that this spelt the end of her financial independence; alongside this one, a pile of the threatening letters, which had accumulated gradually over the past few months, sat stacked on the kitchen table...
My name is Chad Dupree. You can say I have a big imagination. It served me well. Other times... well, let's get to that. I write sexual fantasies. You can say I am a horn dog, sure. At least I express it. I am in college to become a writer. You would think that college has girls and sex everywhere. Yes and no. You got to know where to look. Sometimes, it fin...