The concept of genetic engineering is one that continues to unnecessarily frighten people. Personally, I don't know what the fuss is about. What kind of person in his or her right mind wouldn't actively strive for self-improvement? Only a total loser wouldn't. All of us try to do it in some way. We strive to achieve things. Make more money. Buy new cars. Mov...
The newly appointed vicar of Chigwell was a dangerous looking sod, reflected Marcia McNab, church warden and general factotum of the vicar's manse. He looked more like a gypsy than a man of God. Longer than normal black hair curled untidily around his head seeming to indicate that it was as unruly as him. David Rutter also had dark penetrating eyes that were...
For those that wanted to know more about Misha before he met Froo, here is his story and how he came to be in England which is where he met her and fell in love,, and his time with Suzanne the woman in his past. His passion for Suzanne becomes an obsession, as she plunges down into a self destructive whirlpool, so for those that believe that life's many exp...
In my day, Vampires sucked blood, not cock! I looked disgustedly at the Twilight book inside the Barnes and Nobles bookstore, and sighed. The clerk, a skinny white chick dressed in the gothic fashion, shot me a dirty look. For the thousandth time I found myself cursing this strange, confusing age in which I have been awakened. Everybody is staring at me as I...
This season we are watching a late night program called 3X Factor. It is the same concept as the X Factor contest held in the UK, but with a sexual content. The aim is to find the couple with the best attributes to make a porn movie. The winners receive a 1 million dollar movie contract. The selection panel is made up of experienced porn actors and movie di...
"You see that guy, the one who just stepped out the door. Yeah there, just crossing the street?" Harry asked "I see him, what about him?" "Do you know him?" "I've seen him here before, kind of a quiet guy, normally keeps to himself." "Not much of what you'd call a ladies man, would you?" "Him, yeah, right. Him and a hundred dollar bill might interest a...
Ahh the continuing saga of Angel’s stories. Yes, it is I, Angel, dear readers, back to tell another fabulous tale. Which one this time? Also, I thank whoever of you took the time to respond to my last story. I love feedback, feel free to send me more. As with all my stories, these are mostly true, with names changed to protect the guilty. All parties involve...
Dear Jim, I do not know if you will ever see this letter. A part of me wants to tear it to pieces right now, before its finished, before its even begun. I don't know if I can make myself write it. I have stood and paced and sat in front of the keyboard and typed and then erased everything. I want, somehow, I want everything to go away. I want things to be w...
Bianca Hogging is the name and I'm a big and tall black woman living in the city of Boston. Let me tell you exactly who you're dealing with. A six-foot-one, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black female. I weigh exactly two hundred and ninety pounds. And I am proud of every inch of my body. Especially my sixty-inch fat booty. It's o...
Her feet straight on the table, she let her eyes wander to her shoes, black-gold heels, as she indulged herself in daydreaming. It was a fleeting break from her work, editing a quarterly report for her company. She was at home on a gray Sunday morning, working on the report to preempt the pressure of the coming Monday. As her thoughts wandered, she rested a...