With light brown hair and clear green eyes much like his father's this boy would be quite a looker when he grew up. The ball the boy had been playing with rolled and landed near a tall, handsome man. Smiling into the boy's big green eyes, much like his own, the man gently threw the ball back. The eight-year-old boy grinned at the man toothily before he turne...
A/n sorry, no sex in this chapter. ***** SANTOS Later Santos could not shake the feeling that she was waiting for something. She just had no idea what. Biko had woken up early that morning. He ran into her room, pushed himself under the covers and asked her again. "On a aller au parc?" Are we going to go to the park he said in French. He had been aski...
I made her stop at this point, so I could replace the reel on the recorder. It took a few minutes to do this, I remembered to label the reel as I put it in the envelope, but was desperate to hear the next stage of her story. The light from the window was fading gently as evening advanced. O went to add wood to the fire from a coffer beside the hearth. It b...
Spoiler alert. This is a story about cuckolding so don't say you weren't warned. *** It's late. We're the last of what had been close to one hundred people. The final five. My wife, Prabh, my boss, Ricky, our hosts, Don and Jean, and me, Brad, Three of us are pretty hammered, but Mr. Richard Johnson, doesn't look like he's had too much to drink and my wife...
The mud splattered his boots and rain pattered against his hair. Marlowe shrank into the slim warmth provided by his wool overcoat, watching his feet as he walked. The weather had taken a turn in the last few days, stealing away the last delicious drops of summer heat, replacing them with insidious chill and damp. The leaves were turning quickly now-- yellow...
Parts of this story are drawn from my life, such as my childhood, and my father's life. It had a lasting effect on me and my ability to interact with people. The rest is my (vivid) imagination, for I have not yet found my Muse. A note to those who take great delight in telling me that my sentence structure is wrong: There is a difference between English and...
"Silence!" Mme Arnaud's tungsten-steel voice ripped thought the steamy air of the dining room just after 10pm on one of the hottest Sundays of the summer so far. Even this late in the day the temperature was in the high 20s - but that voice was more than enough to chill me to the bone. I could tell from the way she was looking at me, that mad smirk, that s...
Francoise felt it, like a cold current, a cold breeze slicing through the entire villa the day her husband passed away. After the funeral of the white patriarch in Abidjan, and the crowd sweating under their suits and ties, she perused the entire photo library Robert had meticulously compiled over five decades of their life in the Ivory Coast. "I will alway...
Disclaimer: While this story does contain truthful tidbits, it does not necessarily reflect the actual happenings of the Voodoo, Hoodoo, Voudun, Santeria, Yoruba or Ifa religions. For more information on this, or for a book list, please contact the author. ************ The large room was filled with curiosities. On the dirty walls hung all manor of memora...
I apologize for the long wait. Life got in the way and then the next thing I knew, I had seven chapters piled up. A lot has gone on in the story, and rather than submit a huge document, I've cut it in half. Thank you to everyone who's commented on my work. Mazuri and Mokkelke, I appreciate the chatter and ideas. Thank you to my dear partner Wolf, for his nud...