Ambrose 1. I watch from the heavens, a helpless observer as my son is placed on the cold, damp stone steps of Angel's Keep. The woman who has carried him and cared for him, she who was once my favorite mortal, struggles with the weight of her decision. With trembling hands, she covers his face, unable to bear the sight of his eyes as she betrays him one last...
The name is Christopher Jean-Bertrand. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in York, a town located right outside the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I currently attend York University, where I major in Civil Engineering. Yes, I'm a deeply intellectual kind of guy. We have those in the Black community too. Let no one tell you otherwise. With...
Curled up in a quiet corner of the lobby, she sits alone, a book in her hand. She has chosen this location for a reason. It gives her a chance to be alone with her thoughts, while still watching the lobby for any sign of Him. A few people walk by, glancing at her. They see only what she allows them to see; a pretty woman, with large, dark eyes when she look...
Waking up with your arms wrapped tightly around me is the most amazing feeling in the world. You look almost angelic as you sleep. I begin softly kissing down your forehead making my way down to your eyelids, and continue down your cheeks until I get to your lips where I place passionate kisses until you are awake enough to return my kisses. I lead you int...
It was one of those nights, the kind where you wake up for no reason and can't go back to sleep. It came as quite a surprise since, after the wine at dinner and our passionate love making, I had fallen into a deep dreamless state. The waitress must have given me caffeine in spite of my request for decaf. It was the only explanation that made sense. Well, at...
I hope fans of my story All About You enjoy this next chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. For those who haven't read it, I recommend you do so you can more thoroughly enjoy this next phase of the story. I'd love feedback, please vote and submit a comment - thanks! ************************************************* My dear husband, you really know how t...
I know that the position you find yourself in is not the most comfortable. The chill air on your naked body that makes you shiver just slightly, I can see. The cold steel of the handcuffs so tightly around your wrists, keeping them behind your back so nicely. But most off all, the spreader bar that leaves you kneeling in doggy, leaving your greedy, anticip...
In an average wife's life there are so many things that are just common and routine. We are a dime a dozen. Nothing flashy. We seldom make a big splash in the room. We are the silent, hidden glue that holds things together. Some of us barely even qualify to be considered average, while others of us flirt along the line of being exceptional, memorable, inspir...
Some of my reflections will have a sexual content, this one does not, most over the coming months will be around a thousand words and please, if you have the time, read what love means to me, and I would value your comments, negative, positive or otherwise, thank you. ***** Life is a funny thing, strange words you might think. Funny as in - Ha! Ha! - or fu...
It was a warm summer, and a bright one. In the south of Spain that year, the sun shone and the evenings were mild and moonlit. It was a time, not for long, sleep-filled nights, but for living through to dawn with good food, good wine and romantic interludes. The women wore as little as possible. Though romantic with other men's wives, husbands tended to be...