It is a Sunday afternoon in the early fall. One of those early fall days where it is warm during the day, but there is something in the air that tells you pumpkin spice is just around the corner. Sam and Stephanie are unloading their moving truck into their new Chicago home. Sam's job has given him a great opportunity to move up they just had to leave their...
Dean was led into a small hall containing only a small table bearing a television surrounded by a dozen young men and women in white coats. He saw Moriarty, with her clipboard, standing in the centre of the group. The closing of the door alerted the entire room to his presence and all eyes turned to him as he walked across the hall. The small screen was show...
It was something I resisted admitting to myself at first, but the more Heather didn't want to do something, the more I pushed her into it. As soon as I found out she liked to be called a slut but not a whore, I started calling her a whore until she was so used to it that she would call herself a whore. When I found out she didn't like black men, I pushed int...
Carlotta was a thirty-something black female videographer from Paris, and before that from Haiti. She had a rather determined and unappealing face. But she had rich dark ebony flesh, a shapely pair of breasts, and a noticeably large shapely protruding pair of Afro-Caribbean buttocks. She had told Marina and me that she had partied with dozens of naked sex-...
Did you know that it takes roughly eight hours to fly across the Atlantic? That's right. Eight hours. Difficult enough for a human. For a planeload of vampires and their human minions - pardon, bandmates and friends - it's fucking hell on earth. Timing it so that everyone's awake and no one gets crispy is delicate, but doable. The hard part is putting up wi...
This story starts with events that really happened, and continues with what could have been. If you're not an adult into kinky things stop reading. Names are changed, similarity to real people coincidental, etc. After dinner, couples who are close friends use deception to transform a model monogamous couple, the hostess and her husband, from a prim and prop...
An innocent and sheltered wife and mother goes back into the workforce in teaching in the deep south after both of her children go away to college. Things aren't exactly going as she thought they would. Please read The Janitor Who Was King to better understand this chapter. ***** Cheryl woke up about 4am to the sound of Rob stumbling to bed. She strugg...
Note from author: This story involves possible non-consensual sexual relationships....it's purely fantasy, and for those who find that offensive, please move on. I'm always open to constructive criticism, but that's for the betterment of the story, not for 'bashing'. Also, for those who seem to enjoy bringing kids into the mix, it's not gonna happen. I don't...
"Are you sure?" Joseph King asked, looking at Sophie, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door jamb of his office. She was standing right inside. Sophie, his beautiful employee. His most cherished. She was agreeing to do something that he just had had no intention of ever asking her to do. There were a few girls who did this kind of job,...
Heather was already out of bed when I woke up. That was strange in itself, because she hated getting up in the mornings. I was usually up at 5. I would go over to my wife's house, get my kids ready for school, cook breakfast and get them out the door and get back in time to wake Heather up, against her will, in time for her to be at work at 10 or, more often...