So, an in depth author feedback that I received in my email inspired me to do a three chapter arc on Prissy's past and upbringing. Not sure if this is one of the three or an intro to them. I hope you like it. ***** Emotionless threats aren't as scary as most would think. They're off-putting, sure, and effective but often don't get the point across to certa...
By the time Ashley and I were upstairs, my sniffling had stopped, though I was no less distressed. Ashley obviously already knew... hell she was the one who saved my ass from my homophobic parents when they almost caught me last time. But still... Destiny is a private side of me! Only I know her- really know her anyway- my followers just see a cute sissy boy...
The day my life changed was a day of infamy and one I shall never forget. Although it happened years ago, every detail was fresh in my memory as though it happened yesterday. Almost daily, it replayed in my head as if my mind enjoyed torturing me. Freshman year of high school and although I'd discovered girls I was far too shy to do anything about it but dr...
Warning this story contains the use of chastity and marijuana. This is however consensual relations between a husband and wife. * On Monday my wife Sam told me to make a phone call to my connection to get some weed for Friday. I knew this meant trouble I was in for a huge surprise. I was also instructed to take Friday off from work and that the kids would...
Dawah, it's the duty of every Muslim. We must spread Islam, by the word if possible, by the sword if necessary. And by any means at our disposal. My name is Aasiya Rahman and I'm a Somali gal living in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia, but my parents, Farshad and Alina Rahman moved to the U.S. when I was real y...
My name is Theodore Morrison Guillot and I'm a six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and strongly built, good-looking black man living in the west side of the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am happily married to a lovely black woman named Hera Jackson Guillot. She's fine as hell. Standing exactly six-foot-tall, busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. Everybody's...
Trevor Guillaume is my name. The city of Boston is my home. And this right here is my story. What a mad world we live in. Every day that goes by, the human race disgusts me a little more. And I'm not just saying that because of my line of work. I am an Assistant District Attorney working for the Suffolk County Prosecutor's Office. It's not an easy job, or a...
"So good to see you again, darling!" Meghan Rooney embraced Lester Bridge as she walked into the control room of Moondance Studios in New York City. Lester loved the way her pink dress hugged her curves; she seemed even more beautiful today than she was nearly three decades ago, when she was one of his backup singers. "Have you met Norman before?" Lester a...
The average adult male thinks about sex thirty-two times in the space of a minute. Thirty-two separate engagements of separate thoughts, thirty-two distinct declarations of "I wish . . .", "I'd like to . . ." and the very frequent stream-of-consciousness interruption of a simple "Damn!" Long, low mental whistles and cerebral catcalls that never make it past...
Dear Shoeblossom... I don’t know if my involvement with Satanic Silki is my fault, because of my neurosis? You judge... First, my parents were weird, warped people. The oldest of us kids, Breanne, became an adulterous bitch, and my brother Brian’s effect was, he was a cruel asshole. And he ran off with my first wife. I’m Brogan, the youngest, the “sensiti...