The night was warm and unusually quiet on the day she was born. Her mother held her in pale arms as her violet eyes looked up to the man she called "husband". "Isis.. How could you?" The man asked. His voice thick with conviction. The snowy haired female let out a soft sigh as her violet gaze returned to that of her newborn daughter. "I-I'm sorry Xander." Sh...
It was pointed out by some readers that I let a major problem slip through when I proof read this story originally. The name of the female character changed part way through the story. When working on several different stories at the same time it is sometimes difficult for me to keep them from flowing into one another. This name inconsistency is an example o...
(Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) In hindsight, like all stupid ideas it seemed like a good one at the time; but then, so did the Tuskegee experiments. "If you could do it to poor niggers, spics, and retards you can do it to anyone," so the head of the Project said. Of course he was the type of person to say those things. He came from a long line o...
Relaxing at the quiet bar at the Hilton Airport hotel in Omaha late on Sunday night, following my 90 minute flight from St. Louis, I pondered my situation involving my new relationships that had developed with Kelly and Leah over the past couple of weeks. Fresh from a divorce, I was a healthy 36 year old male that was having two 19 year old girls throwing th...
My gratitude to Creativetalent for her help and advice. Miss Mabel - a story in six parts. Part 6. The consequences of a letter. After two months at my lodgings at Boscastle Street, the front sitting room had been tacitly recognised as my province, at least in the evenings and weekends. I could write letters and check accounts at the bureau-bookcase, whic...
Note – This story contains acts of sex involving an open marriage and interracial sex. If this is not your thing, don't read it. If it is your thing and you like it, I appreciate positive feedback. Lily. I knew Stoney was up to something and had learned in our years of marriage not to question such things. Just go with the flow and hang on for the ride. We...
Please vote and feel free to leave feedback or comments. Part II to follow if anyone wants to read it! Thank you!! ***** "Jack I need to see you in my office as soon as you get a chance." Anita said with a hint of anger in her voice. Jack rolled his eyes as he wandered what she wanted from him now. He wished more than anything that she would just leave him...
Chapter 3: Prelude To A Kiss I've tried to be fair about this whole thing, I think. Some of my friends would say that I am being a fool, but I don't agree. After all, if you follow conventional wisdom and let rage have it's way, well, what kind of life does that lead to? Not for me. I have only shared the problem with a couple of friends who live a long d...
Pretty much everyone knows about Stockholm Syndrome - the name given to the condition that occurs when a hostage befriends or starts to feel compassion for his or her captor. I wonder if there is a similar syndrome for rape victims? I watched my wife being raped but she never told me about it and never reported it to the authorities. And even though I know s...
Mrs. Silverstein had been alone for over a year. When she buried her Charley she thought her life was over, now she wasn't so sure about anything. Julia Silverstein Golden had given her mother golf lessons for a Christmas present. This spring thinking the exercise was good for her she had started to learn the game. The Golf pro's name was Ted. Ted was tall...