In Chapter 1 of this recounting, I had just broken up with a man who broke my heart when he cheated on me, and I was drowning my sorrows with chocolate chip ice cream. Chapter 1 ended with me going out to the back yard, topless, and eating chocolate chip ice cream while reading a novel. The only person who could have seen me that way, topless in my back ya...
We had read about Black's Beach and had checked out pictures and videos on various websites, but we were both still nervous as we descended the steep sandy path to the beach far below. WhenI had first suggested it Veronica had been surprisingly laid back about visiting, but the further we descended the less likely it was that she would turn right to the 'clo...
All characters in the work of fiction are over 18, with the exception of characters not interacting in a sexual manner (e.g., mother and toddler, mother and baby). While some might wish for an alternate ending to this story, the core encounters described are essentially how they really happened, some decade or so in the past, with only names altered and mi...
My boyfriend Mike and I had just finished making tender love. Mike got up to use the toilet, but as usual, I was not ready to get up. I need to remain in bed a while after making love. I've always been like that. Sadly, though, I had to get ready to go to work, and I believe in the importance of a good breakfast. So, I forced myself to get up. I did not bo...
Jill Cumbest sat back and rubbed her eyes. It was after ten, well past quiting time, but the market research she and her team had been slaving on for weeks was finally done. She had just finished getting it all compiled and presentable. Giving the final chart one last glance, she rolled her tired shoulders. A sigh escaped her lips before she saved the docume...
Author's Note: The Wife and the Black Gardeners was the second story I ever wrote and my first to feature an interracial theme. A comic version came out a few years ago followed by two sequels. This story is based on my comic script for part 2 and the art of Kaos. For this follow-up, I borrowed the plot from another of my stories, "Xavier's Modeling Job." *...
Self-reflection is a curious thing. Looking back, some experiences I've acted out seem so out of character -- at least compared with how I perceive my everyday disposition -- that I find it hard to believe it was me. Maybe I'm possessed by some spirit that makes me do things I wouldn't usually permit myself to do. Or perhaps someone with a devilish grin and...
Kymberly lay naked on the bed, her hands and arms thrown back above her head and her legs bent and open. She was just starting to recover from the excitement of her photo session with the hotel porter, not 15 minutes before. She didn't have much time to lie there, because she had a dinner and convention to go to, and she had to get ready for them. Her husba...
Today was the Third and last day of our stay in Matheran. Shalini had grown bold and was pushing me to try something different and more daring. She wanted to create memories that would ignite the spark between us every time we took a memory trip down to Matheran. However, by now I was running out of ideas. Then suddenly, something struck my mind. Yesterday,...
This is Part 1 of the third chapter in a series. The characters and their situation were developed in GINNY LAYS HER CLAIM, a previous chapter. For continuity, it’s best to read that chapter first. Many thanks for your votes and supportive feedback. I’d known my 20-year-old future daughter-in-law Ginny for a couple of weeks. Our brief relationship had bloss...