Author's Note: This is my attempt to explain my thoughts about readers and those that comment. Before you even get into it, let me say thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for taking your precious time to read the words that I have put together, hopefully with the goal of overall entertainment. This is not a fiction story, just my opinion, so you'v...
Humans think they know everything. Six months ago, I would of agreed with them. That is, until my re-birth, when I became one of them, a creature of the night. A vampire. I was an accident, or soo my step-mother, Julie loved to tell me. A mistake that my father took on due to a death bed promise to my mother. I grew up around vampires. Maric, my so called h...
Event: Rowing The rowing competition was nearly cancelled. There was a serious dispute about eligible craft. The Greeks started it. Didn’t they start everything first? They insisted that as the Olympic Games were to be held in Greece that triremes should be used and ramming should be allowed. The Trojans (modern Turkey) objected because the Greeks had to...
It had been another vicious spring; each week brought a thunderstorm more violent then the last. Tonight's storm had me fighting for sleep; pulling the pillow over my head just wasn't working anymore. Dreams defied my restless night and I give up hope of catching any deep sleep. The lightning flashes over the entire sky, the florescent spider webs woven acro...
Something I always wanted to do was be a roadie. Don't ask why when it's mostly a "guy thing". Guess just to prove myself to prove that not ALL females are the kind that flops down and cry when a nail gets broken. So I hung around the backstage area of various concerts waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally it came: "I'm not the boys' personal keeper!...
The name is Henry Bateaux and I'm a six-foot-four, big and chubby young black gentleman of Haitian descent currently enrolled in the Criminal Justice program at the prestigious Hancock University, in the city of Weymouth, Massachusetts. This is the story of how I met my lovely girlfriend and fellow Haitian-American student-athlete, Natalie Jane Saint-Preux....
Christopher didn't mind being a lazy person. He rather enjoyed it… until his mother got a hold of him. Last week he had decided to watch a football game with a few college friends instead of mowing the lawn for his next door neighbor, Miss Anderson. Later that evening, Christopher went to Miss Anderson's house and attempted to convince her that he had mowed...
He kept his eyes downcast, following the stiletto heels of his mistress as she strode before him. His breathing quickening with each step, unsure of what new delight or punishment awaited him at the end of the hallway. Like a good slave, he knew better than to question his owner. They entered a room at long last, the light dimmer than the harsh fluorescent...
So I had at least one comment saying that the first chapter of this story was misplaced as an erotic coupling.. trust me, I know what's up. The Erotic stuff should start comming in Chapter three, but I didn't want to leave everybody hanging as far as the setting goes. Enjoy! Chapter 2 It had been 5 months since Erin McCarthy had chewed him out on the front...
One thing leads to another My wife, Terri and I are both pharmacists who grew up in Ohio but now live in north Florida. We moved to Florida shortly after getting married, following Terri’s graduation. I had graduated two years earlier from the same College of Pharmacy and had a good job in Columbus. After graduation, Terri received a fantastic offer from a...