The man in black hits the road It was a miserable night. Rain fell in dark sheets across the path cut by the Crown Vic's headlights. The big black sedan swept down the deserted highway while the wipers batted back and forth at the chilly rain. It wasn't cold enough for the roads to ice over, but it was damned close. Most people would avoid driving in weath...
Sometimes, I can't believe some of the things I do. Life is funny that way. My name is Kristina LaCroix. Used to be Kristina Latreille but I changed it to LaCroix, my birth name. Long story. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I Swim competitively for my school and I am quite good at it. I'm the only Black chick on...
This is chapter one of an ongoing story. Chapters 2 and 3 are already finished, chapter 4 is nearly there. I file this under BDSM because of the strong power exchange undertones... the full manifestation of the D/s relationship won't happen until chapter 3, but if you're willing to stick with me, I hope you'll find it worth the wait. This isn't a quick story...
Her parents had died over two and a half years ago, and had left her a modest amount of money and a safe full of family jewels, heirlooms and weapons. Good old mom and dad. Her father had been assassinated; shot in the back of the head and her mother had dropped dead from a broken heart. Her blood boiled and her rage grew at the thought of some coward shoo...
We're driving through my wife's old town when we pass a restaurant named "Carlos O'Kelly's." The name always stood out to me. And as I've been doing for the last hour, I make a dumb comment, "it's your favorite place, right?" "No." She says. "I mean, I've probably eaten there at some point...." Of course she'd eaten there at some point; Carlos O'Kelly's is...
It's a sunny Friday afternoon in London and you're on your way to the gym to meet your friend Katy when you get a text on your phone. You read the text, it's from Andrew, a guy you sometimes talk to online. He's texted to tell you that he's at a conference in the city and wondered if you might be tempted out that evening. He offers to treat you to a meal. H...
You know sometimes when you want something it's hard to stop thinking about it? I'm way too well bought up to go into details, but you know what I am talking about. Sometimes when I'm out walking on the street and look at all the guys that are out there, I think it's very cruel. I'm single and I'm over 50 but it doesn't mean that I don't have needs... and I'...
"As Salam Alaikum, Miss Al-Sabhan, is Ahmed home?" Mohamed Hersi asked, as he stood at the door of the Al-Sabhan household. Fahima Al-Sabhan, the Riyadh-born, recently widowed lady of the house shook her head as she looked at the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young East African Muslim man who stood before her. There was a hopeful look on the brother's handsome...
Suzanne I spent a leisurely week, catching up on my laundry, shopping, and other household chores I had been ignoring while I had been doing my best to 'service' the horny ladies of the neighborhood. At about seven on Friday evening, there was a knock at my door, and when I opened it, there was Suzanne. She looked like an older hippie chick, about 5' 6", wi...
Break ups suck. Not much of a revelation, I know. But mine last year was particularly difficult. This is a story about how one couple helped me recover and see that bright days can eventually outnumber dark ones. Theresa had decided our relationship had run its course after almost three years. She dropped this bomb when we were on vacation. And, ironically,...