Thanks to the work of far too many superheroes and heroines, crime in Omen City had all but been stopped -- petty crime was long extinct, and all that remained were the superpowered criminals that considered themselves be matches for all of the city's goldbrick do-gooders. They rarely succeeded, and in the cases which they did, another hero would step in bef...
Chapter 4 - Second Encounter Moon peaked the sky, the streets no longer crowded. Vill's room was lit by a small, white globe fixed in the wall. He sat at the table with a pencil in hand and a book in front. He shuffled through the pages of the book; some filled with names, some with drawn maps, and even plain text. "Well, the plan is set..." Vill muttered...
A number of guidelines were introduced at all prisons. These guidelines went beyond new standards for social behavior reform; they extended to create new standards of sexual reform as well. One standard, concerning continence-masturbation in particular-proved to be a particularly taxing problem. No matter the efforts, this sinful deed continued to occur with...
The Edge. That's what I call it. The Endless Darkness. The Point of No Return. Death. The one thing no living thing cannot escape. In my pride, I thought I could do the impossible. Now, I know better. Life has humbled me. My name is Thor Voltaire. A tall, good-looking man with dark brown skin, long black hair and pale golden eyes. A superman who once tried t...
When Nina and I awoke again, we were famished, but we managed to shower and groom ourselves well enough first. Like any self-respecting lass, she freshened up quite well, even if she also teased me a bit in both the shower and vanity. More than once, she bent over in the shower and let me see the crack of her arse as well as her delectable buttocks. She even...
As I had imagined in any number of on-line, Second Life scenarios, I heeled behind Her ... two steps back, slightly to Her left, gaze focused on Her black boots, which were the style that season and didn't necessarily give Her away as a Domme. She led me up from the basement of the community center where the meetings were held, out into the cool night air of...
Heather's eyes crinkled as she gazed down on my bemused expression. Her last words hung in the air like a grenade in my mind. Was I making a fool of myself, jumping to conclusions? I just didn't know. Then she suddenly, theatrically, brushed the back of her hand across her forehead. "Suffering catfish it's going to be a hot day." She lowered her hand to pu...
The world is changing. And many people are afraid of what these changes mean. Global warming. Political upheaval. Plagues. Wars. Yeah, all the flavors of humanity. It doesn't matter where you live, these changes will affect you. My name is Steve Voltaire and I'm a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of chang...
Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, "My family never owned any slaves. I'm not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ's sake." For Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely op...
When the night has come, it's time for me to truly live. For I am a Vampire. One of the few men and women whom fate chose to make different from the rest. Contrarily to the creatures of mythmaking and bad movies, real Vampires aren't made. We're born. My name is Stark Sharok. I hail from the motherland of Africa, birthplace of mortal and immortal alike, wher...