Author's note. This story was previously submitted as my Valentines Day Contest story in 2005 * Lucky was in town for a Saturday night, him and the other hands at the Double 8 had just been paid. He had stopped off at Sal's Tonsorial Emporium for a much needed bath, and a shave. He had changed into a pair of clean Levis and a clean shirt. And as usual he h...
My name is Morgan Smith. I am a fifty years old, divorced African-American handyman with no children. When you work servicing domestic appliances, naturally you come into contact with plenty of women. It is hard not to when you are in the kitchen. last month, I had to visit a woman I'd visited before and I remember the feeling that she had given me. This...
This story is pure fiction and any resemblance to anyone is total coincidence. Chapter 1 “There comes a time when one must test the boundaries of a relationship, any relationship.” Cheryl had read this in a magazine on her way to work earlier and it continued to bounce around in her mind. Nathan and her had been together for a number of months now and sh...
At the top of the stairs Lucky got her first look into the ‘bedroom’. It covered almost the entire upstairs of the house. One end was covered in mirrors with a large potted plant in each corner. There was a door that lead off to the glass enclosed shower. Set in the center of this was a large white marble Jacuzzi tub. A walnut king-size bed and a black walnu...
The old white Mazda sputtered and stalled. "Shit!" The black maned driver said as she coasted to the shoulder of the road. Once stopped, she tried the ignition again. The starter whined, but nothing fired. "Shit, shit, shit!" She said again, beating on the steering wheel with each word to emphasize her aggravation. Her green eyes tried to well up. "Fuck...
Introductions "Telain! Wait for me," Lucky called out to him as he ran out of the house. "Huh? I thought you didn't want to come with me?" Telain responded, looking slightly confused at Lucky's sudden decision to come with him to the magic school. "Yea, I normally don't like to go to the school, since I don't have any talent with stuff like that, but for...
My name is Diana and I'm a 23-year-old white woman now married to a famous black semi-pro golfer. His friends call him Lucky and he is. The first time I met him was a club, a country club who had a large number of pro golfers and hosts one of the best tournaments in the world annually. I was standing there drinking a glass of wine when the owner of the club...
This story was a joint effort between lucky-E-leven and ABSTRUSE for a fun project, started with friends in the Author’s Hangout Forum. It is nothing like any of lucky-E-leven’s other submissions, but was fun to write and ABSTRUSE and I are hoping it’s fun to read. It is also part of a chain story that has had me in stitches since it began, so if you enjoyed...
Renovating a house usually brings with it tons of people, and mass chaos. Renovating a house for a TV show makes it twice as chaotic and triples the number of people involved. Yet somehow the blonde home owner moved about the crews, offering sandwiches, lemonade, iced tea, all in all redefining "gracious" on a whole new level. Then putting the tray down, she...
More Wine Please The dark blue walls of the bedroom seemed to close in as Lucky awoke to find Cheryl curled up next to him. He smiled as he noticed that she hadn't bothered to put her pants back on before curling up on the bed and passing out. She must have been just as exhausted as he had been. He gently slid his hand over the curve of her hip before sta...