In the darkest depths of the dungeons, down countless elevators and through a cave that still bore the mark of demonic spiders, lay the second most secured gate within the Watcher's hold. Only the entrance was more tightly knit in terms of spells and just like the one above it was a circular gate with the mural of an owl carved into its wood. This was where...
A humorous but erotic story about a wedding reception gone wrong, and how the guest decided to make the best of it. I was writing this for the Humor/Satire category, but it fits in several others and I felt (Group) was the most compatible. As always, all characters portrayed are over the age of 18, and the story is pure fiction. ____________________ Small...
Part 02: Preparations. This is a continuing work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional and coincidental. * At just before midnight, Robert was awake, and completely off his normal schedule. He showered, addressed his ravenous appetite. The he. the mystery man had work to do. He meas...
Abdul Al-Haddad is the kind of guy who thinks he's all that just because he's a big and tall young Black Muslim man. He thinks he's the Big Man on the Carleton University campus in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. He's from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and has that All-Somali Swagger about him. He always wears a Black leather jacket with the Canad...
I got off the number eighteen bus, and walked to the brownstone building at the edge of the park in Vanier, Ontario. I'm dressed to the nines in a bright red tank top, short Black skirt and thigh-high Black leather boots. At five-foot-nine with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale green eyes, curves where it counts and a nice round bottom, I look pret...
My name is Janice Ellery Bronson and I am a six-foot-tall, plump, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, green-eyed and blonde-haired Irishwoman living in the city of Bangor, Maine. By day, I work as a field researcher and assistant for one of the city's most respected attorneys. Who is this attorney? My beloved husband Thaddeus Bronson of course. He's a six-foot-tal...
3. Senor-itis My encounter with Heidi was the peak of a relationship that had built over several years, whereas Li had come into & gone out of my life all in one day. But with the next gal I'd meet, things would happen at a pace somewhere in between. It was the first day of classes for the fall semester of my senior year at U of PA. When it came time for m...
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...
This was written as quickly as possible, in a race with Anne08. It took me just over 2 hours from start to finish. It is short, but I think it stands up (so to speak). ------------------------ We met on an internet discussion board. I'd posted some geeky advice and she confirmed that I'd got it right. It still seems incredible that it's happened; though I...
Stevenson Spade is the name. A tall, good-looking young black man living in Atlanta, Georgia. I'm a student at Morehouse College, the best damn school in the world, period. It's my father Frank Spade's alma mater. He attended the school and played football for them circa 1970. Shortly before I came into this mundane world. I'm on the men's baseball team. Thi...