Eileen lounged on the sofa. She was softly caressing the dark head in her lap. Silence lay stretched out, hands clasped over his stomach. She reached for a bunch of grapes and pulled one off to feed it to him. His gray eyes sparkled as he accepted the treat from her hand. The silver collar at his throat glittered as he swallowed. They had been together for a...
While the rest of his crew had gone out for a night of debauchery and the sort, Jack and Angela had opted for a more subtle sort of pleasure; the movies. They sat in the back row of the large stadium-style theatre, one of Jack’s arms wrapped around Angela’s delicate shoulders, her head resting slightly on his chest. His left hand was continually reaching int...
{Introduction} This Journal Belongs To: Laurel Lillian St. Bradford It was there in the shadowy corners of my mind that I first saw him. At first I merely thought him a fragment of my imagination, but over time, he became more. He now prowls arrogantly through my dreams...dreams of desires I had no idea I had ever wanted or even dared to try. Things that...
I couldn't believe it. The weatherman had actually predicted the weather... correctly! There's a storm. No wimpy, rain pattering against the windows, wind rustling the leaves shower, but an intoxicating, lightning infused, deafening thunder, pounding wind storm. I hate weather. I hate the rain, and I really hate thunder. I always felt like Mother Nature had...
Right now, I want to be degraded. I want you to come to me, fresh from sex with him, and to shove it in my face. I want you to brag about him, about how big he is, about how he compares favourably. I want you to make me jealous of his ownership, of his every caress on your skin, even though you're not mine. Even more than that, I want you to force me bey...
The world is such a strange place. Seriously. Human beings simply can't seem to get along. And nowhere are human relations as complicated as they are within the United States of America. Diversity exists here, or so they say. In America, you see such a mix of people. And power changes hands more often here than anywhere else. Where else could you see the won...
Please allow me to introduce myself. The name is Jack. I am a young black man living in the USA. I'm what you call a bit of an activist. I hate to see people get wronged. Especially men. If you ask me, I think that men are being stripped of their rights in this country. A guy sleeps with a bitch one night and she can do a lot of bad things to him. She can g...
It's too bright in this room. There are no shadows. No windows. There is nowhere to hide. There is nowhere to run. I have seen what is in this room. I have seen the chair without its seat. I have seen the table, and what is presented upon it. I am both horrified and aroused. My heart thumps in my chest as I stand in the centre of the room, as instructed. T...
I hate waking up before noon. I hate being told what do, how to do it, or what to say. I hate having to be around individuals that irritate me. I hate working for other people. However, I hate being hungry and sleeping on the streets. They top my list of Things I Hate and I was therefore willing to overlook hates number three, four, five, and six. I got up...
The name is Damon Edwards. A tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. And I'm surrounded by the fakest people on the planet. They're everywhere I go. At the library. At school. At church. At the Westgate Mall. Like I said, they're everywhere I go. Must be something in the water or something. As a brother who's keeping...