My name is Stephen Prophet and I am a rather adventurous man who's led quite a life and has a fantastic story to tell. Though I may be young, I've lived quite a life. Academically, socially and sexually, I've often been known to push the envelope. In high school, I was the first Black male to become Valedictorian in decades. In college, I was the Class Presi...
Verchiel stood atop the mountain, gazing down at the mortal world below. Anyone looking at her would have seen a tall, beautiful woman with long black hair, bronze skin and sparkling golden brown eyes. She wore a white suit and cape. Of course, they would have been wrong. Verchiel was no mere mortal woman. She was the leader of the Powers, a Host of Angels...
A Wider Sky: Beyond Eclipse Series by Talyis Bagley Ellison Copyright first edition 2013, 2015 Chapter 13 I sat on Ben and Maddie couch looking out the window unto their perfectly coiffed yard. The eerie tree-lined suburban street that was always empty. My eyes noted the tree, the fresh cut lawn and the dark houses across the street. Even though I regist...
Warning: This story is a work of fiction, and has content that could be described as depraved, nasty, and in poor taste to some. It has content like: incest, some foot fetish, heavy rimming, farting, and fisting. * * * * * Chapter 1: "Goddamn it. These fucking critics, they're hurting my career", Britney Spears yelled as she walked into the living room, w...
Holly Jenkins was 23. She hadn't gone to college, as neither she nor her parents could afford it, and had been working the same dead-end job working the register at a bookstore since high school. She knew that she was gorgeous, and she had been told—frequently, and often loudly, by strangers in the street—that she had nice tits, but she was too proud to make...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. The author does condone consenting adults doing basically whatever they want to each other in the privacy of their own home. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. Day 1 Other than a little residual sorene...
On my way to be with Dennis, I thought of my husband back home as a bundle of quivering nerves, for I was also a bundle of quivering nerves. That state would be something for us to compare and discuss when I returned. A rich part of the whole experience that we would share, maybe on repeated occasions over time lying ahead. I could easily imagine Jamie askin...
The following in this series are letters written to me by my lover... * I'll never forget the passion and the intensity of the way you made love to me that night, Sweetheart. We met under a silvery sliver of moonlight, held by a scythe. You had held my heart for so many years, and we had shared ourselves with each other in passion and romance. But in those...
Master is home, in the study….reading the daily paper. i have been thinking about Him this day, while He has been out attending to business…. thinking of His voice, His touch, His cock…. Thinking of Master always makes my heat grow wet and swollen, and makes me distracted, struggling to complete my chores and do the things i know He will want from me, His pe...
She sat in the trees as often as she could. Behind the isolated cabin in the grove of dogwoods and firs, she felt free and at peace, away from the pressures of numbers, mistakes and escalating stress. Once more, her supervisor warned her that morning. One more calculation error and she'd be terminated. She climbed into the branches to look out over the lake...