Hello, there. Steve Chretien Lamont is the name and collegiate adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a student at Edelson College, a small four-year private school in Indiana. These days, I'm counting down until graduation. For a young black man from a poor Haitian family, graduating college is a big deal. I'm getting my Bachelors of science degree in Crim...
She was a woman he just couldn't get out of his mind. Mark first saw Jeannie at a local charity talent show. She had a great voice and seemed to genuinely enjoy singing for the crowd. But it was her looks that sank their hooks into him. First, he could tell that she cared about how she looked. Her red hair was nicely done, enough makeup to augment rather t...
I walked into Victoria's Secret with almost $500 dollars in my purse and anger in my mind. My boyfriend, Brad, had just dumped me because he told me I didn't dress sexy enough or show my body off like other girls. Worst part is he had never offered to buy me some sexy lingerie or clothes. I figured I would show him a thing or two. As I walked in the store a...
All so innocent. Such a beginning. Carla knew that was the right words. Innocent. Carla crossed her legs as she shook out her full mane of light reddish hair. Her mane her husband Ted had branded it years ago. Thick beautiful hair that she wore long and full growing up. It had attracted her husband even when they were in high school in that brief wild sexu...
She lies alone in her bed, her eyes shutting out the pale moonlight that pours like a river into her silent bedroom. There is something unexplainable that stirs deep inside of her, causing her body to writhe in both desperation and in anxiety. She wants to laugh and to cry at the same time, as her emotions lead her in a reckless manner towards the unknown. H...
It will always be that first touch that I remember most. His fingers grazing mine as we both reached for the study guide between us. The heat, the electricity. I crossed my bare legs under his dining room table, conscious of how close his leg was to my foot. I let my sandals slip from my feet as I tried to focus my mind on my lecture notes, once again draggi...
(What follows is an extract from the diary of Lady Elspeth Flashman, wife of the celebrated Victorian soldier Sir Harry Flashman, Hero of Afghanistan, the only man to stand with the Thin Red Line and charge with both the Heavy and Light Brigades at Balaclava, winner of the Victoria Cross during the Indian Mutiny. Lady Elspeth's diary consists in the main of...
Everyone in this story, which is based on fact, is over eighteen. I was absurdly innocent for my age when these happenings began, a good while ago. Things changed... * My wife Ingrid and I were on holiday in Romania, staying in a package-deal hotel at the beach resort of Mamaia, on the Black Sea coast. It was hot. Every night a fairly crap band played fa...
I was 19 and lived in a small village near Cambridge. I'd left school, and after deciding to take a year out, had started to work at a farm near my village. Working on the farm meant my days were full during the week and I saw little of my friends who'd remained in the village. The work was hard but rewarding, not only spiritually but physically. I'd always...
The people in this story all came out of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. It is fiction, people. The people in the story do not exist. Hell, if the woman really did exist, I'd be in her bed living the good life, not sitting here in front of this stupid co...