The University Library was a sprawling complex erected in stages over a period of time covering more than a century and a half. The oldest parts where classified as an architectural masterpiece and cultural landmark, all decked out in green painted cast iron and dark wood panels, while the newest parts, less than a decade old, tried its best to look like a s...
Chapter 8 Alycen went straight home after her confrontation with Dan, more than a little shaken or flustered. It wasn't just his words or anything like that. It was the fact that, as frustrating as Dan was, he was always dangerously attractive to her. Now he was even more so. Something about his cold, even hostile response appealed to Alycen on a visceral l...
"What Kind of Man" A fellow professional who I met at a convention I went to for my job said when he learned my wife was Japanese that he had been to Tokyo on business and gone out one night with a colleague looking "for a good time." They'd visited a "hostess club" but a fake one. At the genuine article women really do work only as waitresses, serve custom...
I stood at the window, looking out across the beach and the ocean, watching as the sun approached the horizon. On this small Mediterranean island, no one but my loving husband was around to see my full nudity, unless one counted the birds that occasionally flew past my view of the sunset. There was a lone boat passing slowly by in the distance, its single sa...
Samuel Xavier here. Your favorite big and tall, forthrightly bisexual Black male urban fiction writer. And I have a question for you today. Why are there so many sociopaths in the Black community? I don't know. But I honestly think they're the reason why we can't advance as a people. The leaders of the Black community often turn out to be Black men and Black...
By EgmontGrigor2020 Chapter 1 Midsummer heat in recent days led Augustine Jones to speculate that she should be in Iceland at leisure, although she wasn't sure if that country was set up as a tourist destination. Such mind-wandering was just a tease because her physical and financial assets were diminishing although not quite with the velocity of a rolle...
Inola Collins. The wind was steady and, with some tacking, we were making our way towards Iceland. I went down into the cabin to get a drink, leaving Conchita at the helm. Waya emerged from the front bedroom rubbing his eyes. "Did we wear you out last night Bro?" I giggled. "Damn women!" he said, heading for a shower. Ten minutes later I was watching...
Who is she? She surely can't be English, just from her clothes. Very elegant. She must be one metre seventy-five at least. Face? Attractive, nicely framed by that short dark hair. An interesting mix of Nordic and Mediterranean at a guess. What a most attractive woman! Maya picked up her bags from by the reception desk, unaware that she had been noticed. Th...
Another quick piece of smut for your pleasure. Thanks to my friend, Victoria Whita, for the pictures that inspired me to write this. She writes pretty good stuff as well. Please vote and comment once you're done. Feedback drives me to write more. Squinting at my computer's screen a little, I try to bring the letters and words into focus. I've been at this...
Helori was just a lowly maid at the grand Hotel Borg in Reykjavik, the capital city of Iceland on the shore of the Artic Ocean. Helori had been born an Icelander twenty-one years earlier and had found employment with the hotel after leaving school at eighteen. With three years seniority Helori was one of the senior maids and responsible for all the rooms o...