To Readers: Feel free to add a chapter if you want, I don't really deny anything from being published. The more content there is means the more readers there are and ideas that can be formed into new story chapters or entire arcs. And if you ask me, the more Jamie gets fucked over and fucked in general, the better. So enjoy and thank you for reading, now bac...
Once upon a time, there was a woman who had a daughter that had skin white as snow, a mouth red as blood, and hair black as ebony. These were not the girl's natural colours, but she was into goth, and used hair dye and make-up to look that way. She wasn't the woman's real daughter either, but her stepdaughter. The two of them lived alone together, after the...
Have you noticed that in the movies, the tale is always told from the so-called good guy's viewpoint and the bad guy never gets to tell his side of the story? Well, my name is Raphael Jean Charlemagne and I am here to rectify this grievous oversight. I was born in Cap-Haitien, on the northern coast of the island of Haiti on February 3, 1812, and in the summe...
"Thorsen residence, This is Becky?" "Becky, are you sitting down? This is Kent" the caller introduced himself. "Yeah, I'm sitting. I'm surprised to hear from you is all. Its been what, nearly three years since there's been a lead?" Becky scolded. "About that - I'm not sure how pleased you'll be when you hear from whence came the lead," Kent sounded pensiv...
***Part 2. With more to come as time goes by. Thank you, and please comment/vote. ~ Floater_320*** God dammit! You know what pisses me off right now? Life. When you're born, no one gives you a "how to" manual. Nobody warns you how frustrating and absurd some things in life are. High on that list right now is people. Let's be realistic. 70% of the people...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * An old, bag lady takes a liking to a man who has shown her kindness. I'm the type of person who always reaches in my pocket to pass out spare change to homeless beggars. I don't think twice about it; I just do it. Not the best that I can do, it's the least that I can do. What is just loose change to me, ma...
The Case of the Late Night Constable: Trafficker It is late at night. The male constable pulled up next to a sidewalk a woman was walking down. She looked fascinating. She wore a tight short dress, and a skimpy top. He could see the outline of her panties. The constable talks to woman innocuously, and she reasons he is not revealing why he is patrolling...
This is my first attempt at a longer story with deeper characters and a more evolved story line. Stay tuned for the next chapter. As always comments are welcome. * Steve was mild mannered guy with a big secret. Steve was an avid cross dresser, very bi actually leaning towards being gay. Steve did not consider himself gay because he really wanted to be fem...
As told by Janet, 43, brunette divorcee, 5'7, 145: John's friends were always around, even as kids. We had the biggest yard, and then got a pool when Bob, my ex, got lucky on a horse. He's gone five years now, so it's just John and I. Being musical, my son was always in makeshift bands, some actually being decent. We had a two-car garage, so he begged an...
Hi, there. Brother Samuel here. A big and tall, fairly good-looking black man in his mid-twenties. A college graduate. An openly bisexual black person of Haitian descent. An urban poet and recently published writer. An adventurer. A crusader for just causes. A lover. A chronicler of my fellow bisexuals. I am all these things and more. These days, life is oka...