Chapter 1, Preparation I looked at the borrowed room: a single red rose in a bud vase on the nightstand, my clothes for the evening laid out on the bed, and a handwritten note resting on top of a box on the pillow. It was only the second time I'd seen your handwriting; the first was when you sent a note along with my public collar. Welcome home, my dear!...
I woke up this morning with you beside me .. something I would never have imagined all of those years ago when you were imagining it for us. As you lay on your side facing away from me, I watch you sleep. Then that feeling from last night starts to awaken in me. I want to reach for you but am hesitant. Yes, last night was amazing as we totally threw ourselv...
Jeanne looked like a dream but was close to tears as she stood in the lot of a deserted service station waiting for an attendant. The scene appeared to be staged for a classic car magazine photo-shoot as she stood beside her restored MG roadster convertible. Her posture was perfect: erect, head high and level, shoulders square, breasts jutting alluringly, k...
Chapter 5. A Weekend of Vanilla, Chocolate, Milk & Honey Another noteworthy gal I met while chatting used the nickname "RavenBeauty." At first sight of the alias, I surmised she was black...or at least her hair was. I met her online just 3 nights after my day in Louisville, but in a different chatroom than the one where I'd met Kate. RavenBeauty was 29 yea...
The best part about meeting someone new is discovering and uncovering all the things that make them tick. When I first met Sarah she was, at first blush, a pretty blond with a short prince valiant hair cut and style of dress that whispered librarian, or teacher. She wasn't the type of woman that turned my head generally but we both had complicated circles...
This is my first attempt at a story, so please let me know what you think of it. Sadly, it is a work of fiction. (C) 2000, Henry Wilcox Permission to post this on the internet is granted, provided this notice is left attached. * We danced most of the evening, and were among the last to leave the dance floor in the early hours of the morning. I was delight...
Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble. All of the major cha...
The name is Mitchell Jean Baatil. I'm a big and tall young Black man of South African and Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Just a guy coping with a changing world. I'm a student at Pacheco Jackson College, a local four-year school. The school was created in 1989 when two of Massachusetts two-year schools merged to become a four-...
We kick off our shoes and hand in hand, run across the hot sand and in to the shallows of the clear blue sea. We paddle for a while. The weather has been unbearably hot recently, and so the feel of the cool water running inbetween our toes brings smiles of joy. It's still term time, and whilst the beach is normally heaving at the weekends, today, it is empty...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...