This is my first story to this site. Please enjoy and do let me know what you think about it and if there are any suggestions. This will be a part of series, I have written the initial part, but the subsequent ones, I will post as I write. *** There she was again, standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself, adoring her beauty. She really did love...
After stroking himself to ejaculation, Brandon wiped the semen from his stomach using a sock that he had previously worn. And, though he felt guilty for masturbating to the idea and knowledge of Paula being speared by the black man's tool, Brandon had regained a certain sense of composure. Additionally, he was now relatively sober and could think in a sensib...
Wednesday finally came, and Emily couldn't be more excited. Yesterday had dragged on forever, she had to do an endless amount of chores that made her exhausted. But Amanda didn't come to see her, it was twenty past seven when Emily started to get worried. That's when she noticed the tiny note on her cell door. Meet you at the big tree in the courtyard. XOX...
Jon Chess opened his eyes, and immediately regretted his hasty decision; daylight was far too bright. His head felt like a minotaur has performed a hat dance on his cranium. A moan reached his slightly-pointed ears, and he recognized it as his own voice. "Ah, the young hero awakens!" spoke a voice, characterized by both excessive cheer and excessive volume...
There are times in life when it really pays to be what I am. Sociopath. Psychopath. Menace. Rogue. I've been called many things. I prefer to think of myself as a Free Spirit. Roger Gerry is the name. I am a police officer in the small town of Drake, Iowa. Just a tall, average-looking Black man trying to make a living. It sucks out here sometimes but hey, it'...
Sometimes, the arrogance of some people simply astounds me. Seriously. I think some White people, especially certain White women, were born with a sense of entitlement. They feel as though the world is theirs. Not because they've earned it but simply because of their skin color. And many of them think Black men and Black women, and all other so-called minori...
When I was fifteen, I wrote a poem that earned me a spot in a writer's workshop. I didn't submit it, a teacher did. I was the youngest person in the workshop. I did not know it at the time but a special arrangement had been made for me after some degree of protest. I didn't even have to pay. There was a girl, she was seventeen and apparently gifted from the...
Jasmine pulled up to the side of small three-story motel in the shining red mustang her mate gifted to her. The gift was more for Aurora than it was for Jasmine, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless. Jasmine sat in the parking lot for a moment in silence, gripping the steering wheel. She stared at the bracelet gifted to her by her mate. A fine tool wi...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggl...
Eliona was on her knees, her hands shackled behind her back and her head bowed. One would expect the young woman to have a look of shame or fear on her face, but the former Hero had nothing but disdain for this supposed court. Although she was only eighteen, she had been the child of adventurers and had grown up learning from the best the Guild had to offer....