Scott Willard was a very successful business man. By the time he was 30 he owned half of the real estate in Houston. He was self made and made most his income in very wise investments. He was disgustingly charming, very Type A, 6'4" and had swimmers body with salt and pepper gray hair and a matching beard. Women fawned over him every where her went but no on...
He walked into the lobby with long, purposeful strides. He was dressed in a manner that would suggest he had no hesitation in spending money. That was supported by the fact that the hotel He secured accommodations in was very select in their clientèle. There were no doubts in anyone's mind that He was a powerful man, just by the way He carried himself. But i...
How is a guy supposed to move on, when he's practically the only one of his kind? My name is Adam Javier, and I'm a guy living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I wish I could say I was a regular guy living a regular life, but that would be lying. You see, back in the 1980s, a Canadian scientist named Madeline Adelson created this top secret formula which inc...
As I have specified before ... I was an oil engineer on the African continent for two decades. I had witnessed many things that the main stream media has not addressed. Black on white dominance was very prevalent in many countries. There were many whites victimized of killings, theft, slavery and rape. I have written a number of stories of black lust on this...
When you're first starting out as a teacher, you are often informed that, respect must be demanded; I disagree. I have found that respect is earned. You have to respect your students first, show them that you care in order to get their respect. I don't know if I respect Deacon or not, therefore I have never expected his in return. However, I do know this, I...
Well, to begin with, I know this was all my fault. I provoked Him and I paid the price for being a bratty, cocky little sub... But the orgasm I had at the end? ...it was worth every-masochistic-second! Wait - I'm getting way ahead of myself here. So, I had made this big, brave noised boast that I could take anything my Master could "dish out" for as long...
Without a backward glance, Kaitlin opened the door and stepped through, ready for the challenges that lay before her. Her peroxide blonde bob haircut bounced as she stepped through, the leather sheath that encased her body from jawline to ankle creaking slightly as she moved. She was still getting used to the way her new body felt, much tighter overall and m...
The ship creaked eerily against the docks, the haunting sounds echoing deep within. Morgan sat hunched over her table, drowning in merchant papers and tariffs as the candlelight glowed and flickered golden around her and the cabin. She was staring at the numbers willing her brain to function, but her wandering mind wouldn't comply. Instead, Morgan was fa...
Part of a series of short stories with the common connection of 'Naked' and placed in various sections on this site. Some of them are funny, some are sad, some are quirky but all reveal the many facets of human emotion in all its naked rawness. If you like this one, please read: Naked Revenge under the Exhibitionist and Voyeur Naked Grief under Non Eroti...
**This story has a section that can be considered nonconsent/reluctance but it is for the story line...if you don't like that, skip this chapter.*** * He leaned down and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. She could taste herself on him. "Mmm. I've waited to do that for over a year Ara." She smiled up at him, "You're pretty good." She bit her...