A stand-alone story following from others in the series. Please enjoy yourself! + Slipping from the bed before sunrise without waking them, I left the bedroom, went down to the kitchen and made myself a mug of tea. I took it out onto the veranda facing east, settled into lotus on a mat, listened to the surf and awaited the arrival of a new day. So much...
Boring Author's Note: I hate deciding what section to put my stories in, then spending time chewing my non-existent fingernails when I could be wearing out my keys working on more stories, so if you think this belongs in Novellas I apologize in advance. To what I have found most publishers set the limit for Novellas at 20,000 to 80,000 words, and anything a...
Chapter Four - Objection! Gillian Dixon's trial had been running for four days and Annabelle Creighton was steadily building her case. A succession of witnesses provided the jury with evidence that Gillian had the motive, the means, and the opportunity for her to murder Lord Edward Beaumont. It was alleged that she and Lord Edward were alone at the club an...
While I counted myself titillated for the entirety of the wedding ceremony, the night passed pretty uneventfully. It was a lovely ceremony, with a preacher who told us a lovely modern-day allegory about never hitting your wife. What an appropriate way to start off a marriage. I really and truly thought the entire night was a wash, if I'm honest. I had no int...
It was three days later when I decided to send Christine a message. I had gone from not having 1 girl talk to me, to have 3 girls messaging and flirting with me online. The only significant one worth mentioning was a very aggressive one who worked in retail at the fragrance department. We'll call her 'Fleur'. Fleur was the type that would have small windows...
Keri Martin lay back, her legs gently parted, relishing the touch of her husband's two fingers. She heard the faint squelching as he worked them in and out of her. Her own hands were clamped over her breasts, massaging them. The sensations in her groin grew to boiling point. She'd have liked him to shuffle down and lick her there, but he never provided her...
The world is always talking trash about us. Black men and White women. But my Jessica and I are so into each other that we don't care. My name is Steven Saint-Fleur. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Three years ago I moved here from Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. Just a guy with a dr...
People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I've had since I was a boy. However, during my years at art college I was known as 'Fluffer'. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer's tales. # I lived in a house by the sea, almost on the beach, with this other guy called Richard from my course. He was, in fact, an actual dick, and I looked forward to him movin...
Prologue Quick, write this date down! I won a bet with Beth! I won! I won! I won! I was gloating to myself for reasons you may or may not understand. My lover, Beth, is a betting fool, we bet on so many things -- TV shows, sporting events, even stuff like whose mom is going to call next. The stakes range from the simple; like whose cooking dinner, to the bi...
Clio Introduces The Boys to School Clio stood in front of her full-length mirror and fluffed her tumble of luscious black hair. She'd had the new hair girl put in some warm purple lowlights so that it all glowed in vibrant color. Gorgeous. Falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her hair framed her face and draped around her breasts, bringing attention to...