My name is Louis Smithsonian. I'm around five-foot-eight, stocky and dark-skinned. I'm originally from Haiti though I currently live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a nice duplex on French Avenue in Brockton's South Side. Not too far from the fire station. These days, I live with my Mama and my older sisters Judy and Martha. My older brothe...
The night beckons. Who am I to refuse its call? Those are the thoughts filling my head as I leap from the Hancock Tower, Boston's Tallest Building and land on my feet on the pavement, seven hundred and ninety feet below. It's times like these that I am grateful for being more than human. Superhuman strength and speed along with accelerated healing and durabi...
Chapter 16 The Morning AfterThe next morning they were quiet with each other. When Lauren was ready she zipped up her overnight bag and went out into the hallway, closing the door to her hotel room behind her. She turned and saw Carmen sitting on an upholstered bench by the elevator bank, with her overnight bag, ready to go. "Been waiting long?" "No, just g...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
Hello again, This is a love story, and the beginning of a series about a monogamous couple who enjoy each other, and sex, very much. I want this chapter to be the foundation for the series, so there is a good deal of character development at the beginning. If you're only looking for 'action,' I encourage you to pass. If you do decide to read t...
I was hooked from the moment I heard her accent. I was just finishing dinner at the Reprise when I heard her. She had the sweetest, most beautiful Australian accent; even though she was clearly agitated on the phone, the beauty of her voice was greater than the anguish of her words. I didn't want her to stop talking. She hung up the phone and stepped away...
Chapter 19 The CreepCarmen got to the conference room the next morning at quarter to nine, and found Lauren deeply immersed in her laptop, with papers and print-outs all over the conference room table. "Good morning. What's all this?" "Go grab your coffee, and I'll tell you. I'm in the middle ..." her voice trailed off in concentration. Carmen got her coff...
The bells ring and the crowd cheers. The bells ring and Mistress is disappointed. A fine, silk blindfold covered my eyes. A ruffle of big skirts under big dresses, the click of heels on the marble floor and the whipping of capes against men's backs are all I hear. The smell of sex, sweat and champagne fills my nostrils. The bells mustn't move. I mustn't m...
Naomi looked out the bay window of her living room at the steady rain that fell outside. "Shit," she said to nobody in particular, "it's still raining." On a clear day the window provided a stunning view of Mount Rainier in all its glory, rising up behind the Puget Sound, but when the clouds rolled in, as they frequently do in the Pacific Northwest, it was a...
The early morning sun made the windows of the great house sparkle, and the ancient, dappled walls of Fairyfield Grange looked like they'd been daubed with gold. Abigail swept across the back patio and admired the recent changes. The large windows facing onto the terrace had been taken out and replaced with French doors. It was a facet of his mother's ultima...