My name is Lucien Shay. A six-foot-one, broad-shouldered and muscular young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, life just couldn't be better. Everybody is whining about The Recession but I'm doing alright. In May 2008, I earned my bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from UMass-Boston. And I got hired by the Boston Metropolita...
You hate your job. You hate the long hours you have to work. You hate your fat, sweaty, incompetent boss. You hate the work you do and your clients' demands which are equal parts incessant and annoying. You hate that your job pays too well for you to quit. However, despite all the bullshit you put up with, your week is finally over. And working there has pai...
I suppose before I tell you all this I should say straight up that I'm not a good person. I'm a killer. I'm a rapist. I enjoy what I do. I don't care what you think. I made a deal with a devil. I am owned by absolute evil. In exchange for tenancy of my soul, I became an link, one of a chain you meet in the eternal cycle of Hell. I'm damned forever, damne...
"Put it on." A flash of black flying through the air, and then, there in my hands, a blind fold. Play time. Mmmm yes, I so love play time. Lickety split, I covered my eyes, making sure I couldn't peek, turning my head, this way and that, trying to peer beneath the fold of fabric and failing. I wouldn't want to be caught cheating. "Kneel." I carefully kne...
Sweat covered me a damp sheet, clinging to my flesh, holding the August heat and humidity in. A drop of sweat snaked down between my breasts to pool at my navel. I sighed and rolled to the foot of the bed and reached to open the mini bar fridge. The cool air gasped and died against the heat of the room. The fridge door snapped shut behind me as I rolled back...
Sierra sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her long, orange-red, waist-length hair. The plain white T-shirt she wore was intentionally too big so it would cover her tiny blue panties. Long, slender legs were folded neatly beneath her slim body and gray-green eyes were half shut in relaxation. Freckles were splashed across the bridge of her small nose and fu...
"What a day!" Arcanis sighed as he collapsed on his favorite green chair. Arcanis, a tall young man with bright blue eyes, sorta long brown hair, and a cold manipulative nature that contradicted his attractive appearance, had just returned from a harrowing day at college. "Fools! Blubbering idiots!" he cursed in his mind his fellow students. "Must I do eve...
"What a day!" Arcanis sighed as he collapsed on his favorite green chair. Arcanis, a tall young man with bright blue eyes, sorta long brown hair, and a cold manipulative nature that contradicted his attractive appearance, had just returned from a harrowing day at college. "Fools! Blubbering idiots!" he cursed in his mind his fellow students. "Must I do eve...
No new ground covered below. A reader asked for a short story about a certain situation which she admits to doing as a freshman. I needed a twist for a long shelved story, so I stitched them together. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Barry Gibb: "Where is...
Warnings – it contains a little bit of foul language and a couple of not so gentle ideas, but other than that, it's a nice masturbation story. * They were in their regular chat room, which emptied long after he started in on her. Everyone listening kept quiet and enjoyed how he tormented her. He teased her for hours, moaning in her ear, saying all those th...