(This is a newly written story which I intend to share elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it.) *** Lady Ann Heathcote-Gibson reached for the cafetière and poured herself another cup of freshly ground Colombian. Apart from a G & T in the evening before dinner, it was the one little indulgence she allowed herself. Breakfasting in the drawing room of Welford Ferry M...
The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent who has lived in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for a decade. I'm heading to Canada in a few days. I'll stop by Buffalo first to get some things squared away. I'm glad to be leaving the city of Brockton. My once-beloved city has begun to disgust me. The racism...
Author's note: Chapter 13 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 13 Deputy Secretary of State Singer was having an especially difficult day. Four meetings and nothing resolved, problems piled on her desk and a sinking feeling she was accomplishing nothing of value in her life. The world was no safer since she had join...
When her Darkness calls to me, across the land, I hear its cry with my inner ear. I do not know how I know, but I know I need to listen. The calling tells me where to find the one like me, the compliment, the confidant, the one who hears my Darkness calling out to her. I have tried at times to fight the call, I even managed to suppress it deep inside for a w...
I have been around for a long time and I have enjoyed watching the religious right wing zealots slowly lose their choke hold on individual freedoms. From the dark days of the fifties where you couldn't even say pregnant or show a toilet on TV to the present where you might even get the chance to see bare bosoms (even if only after ten PM) we have made great...
Author's note: This is the 3rd sequel to my original story, Willing Slaves. For those who don't like to read multi-part tales, it's not absolutely necessary to read the others, though I'd certainly love it if you did. All the stories are self-contained, but for those who want to know what came before, start with Willing Slaves, then go on to the sequels writ...
Every person I mention in this story is fictional and everyone involved in this story is eighteen and older. ***** So here Tiffany was inside the halls that once her domain. The disgust that came across her face to see the sorry state of her alumni. The poor female body was stuck wearing long plaid slacks, not even skirts anymore, and were forced to wear l...
Part of a series of short stories with the common connection of 'Naked' and placed in various sections on this site. Some of them are funny, some are sad, some are quirky but all reveal the many facets of human emotion in all its naked rawness. If you like this one, please read: Naked Revenge under the Exhibitionist and Voyeur Naked Grief under Non Erotic...
Striding down the hillside to freedom, Jacinta forced herself not to look back at her lover/guide, Noctilio. His rough exacting of the payment of her body for the safe journey over the hills had repelled her, yet she left him reluctantly. Moving voluntarily into his arms had been her forgiveness and a tenderness had sprung up between them. Knowing there was...
To be her thing. That is what you want, what you have always wanted. What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which. To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none. How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being? Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very id...