Joseph Roswell was an ordinary boy. He wasn't a jock, the valedictorian, or the cool kid who had the best parties after the football game. He had wanted to be an astronaut or a millionaire or a famous singer when he was little, but he would never be those things. Life wasn't cruel to him -- just mundane. He knew he wasn't going to be able to woo and screw...
Sherry's hands were slick with sweat, and she surreptitiously wiped them on her jeans, hoping like hell that no one noticed. She was supposed to be confident, in charge, but felt very unsure of herself in the moments leading up to the ceremony. Her first healing ceremony, after long years of study and practice, and she was finally trusted enough to take th...
Sliding my tongue into Joseph Mathieu's mouth made me feel on top of the world. The young Haitian moaned in pleasure as I kissed him even more deeply. His lips tasted sweet on my tongue. My name is Caroline Rivers and I approve this message. I'm that not-so-rare forty-something white Canadian woman who likes Black males, especially Haitians. And I guess you...
This is in three parts, posted on consecutive days. It's set in the hills of the Peak District of Northern England. All characters are fictional and are not based on any real living people. There is sex here and there, but it's not a stroke story. There is no actual sex in this part. ***** ONE January 2009 The Golden Labrador stood behind the man who wa...
Seeing that they had no other options, Jackie said, "Please come in and sit down. Allow us to explain." Kendall turned to Mark, who was still standing in the doorway. Her raised eyebrows questioned what he wanted to do. He did come inside, but seemed undecided about what to do. "We did come here for answers," she reminded. With a conciliatory nod, he wal...
The car door closing... mmmmmppffff... sounded very far away... the seat yielded to a large presence and Tiffany felt herself tilt toward it... the car started up again... that's good... feels nice... went through her mind as emotions rather than words. Her eyes opened and the scene unfolded before them... rear seat... huge car... sumptuous leath...
*** This work is my own and may not be republished without permission FRANKL Gwen was reading when Joseph tapped on her door and entered. She sat up with her legs crossed under the sheets. He sat and tapped the book. "What do you think?" "I finished it last night. I'm reading it again. It's very appropriate." Joseph merely nodded. "I have some requests....
"You know the Sanders' have a lovely son about your age." Therese said. Tiffany glanced up from her laptop at her mother, a knot of dread forming in her gut. "What?" Here we go again. "You know, Julian. Julian Sanders? You could bring him to Samantha's wedding." "No, I don't think so." Flashes of that one college party they'd both gone to went through Tif...
Tiffany made a stop at a sundries stand and bought a bag of Bic plastic shavers and can of men's shaving gel .... One week had passed since Tiffany had her sexual epiphany and, as is often the case with epiphanies and young people, she began to lose the immediacy of her experiences with Joseph. Years of pampering and adoring had made the beautiful young g...
Joseph sat in the library, his safety from the cruel, depressing world, hoping to save himself from the emptiness awaiting him at home. The James Patterson novel "Kiss the Girls" lay closed on the table. He tried to read the novel filled with the suspense he loved several times, but two or three paragraphs into the story he'd realize his eyes and his mind...