This is the first of what I hope will be many chapters in Clarissa's story. This chapter is more of a set-up, without much action, but I hope you still enjoy it. * Roger was tired from another long day at the office when he walked into his friend's shop. Louis had called in the morning, insisting he stop by on his way home, and so he here was, brushing pas...
As requested, I showed up at Princess' house in the morning. I was wearing my black jeans with motorcycle boots, a t-shirt, and a leather collar with an O-ring on the front. A messenger bag rested on one hip. I opened it, looked inside, and smiled. Buckling it back closed, I rang Princess' doorbell. There is a tense gap between ringing the doorbell and the...
Young agent Hal Johnson followed his older partner, Tom Rapp, into the interrogation room at Headquarters. The room was secure and soundproofed and pretty much featureless, except for the surveillance cameras, the observation mirror, and a single table with two chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a beautiful Asian girl dressed in a school uniform: white...
My name is Nicole Swanson. I'm a five-foot-ten, short-haired and golden-eyed, dark-skinned and voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The City of Champions. At least, that's what the locals call it. I call it Shit Hole, USA. I'm a woman who turned her sheer contempt for human beings into an asset. You see, I am a Professi...
Disclaimer: I tend to float all over the map, so bear with Me on that, and have patience, please. When I write sometimes, it's more free thought writing, not organized, and things tumble out. Regardless, it's all raw and from My soul, heart, mind, body, and spirit, as they all speak when I write. (Sometimes all at once, and it's distracting........hee hee)...
Hi, there. My name is Brittany Barcelona and I'm a five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed, plump and big-bottomed white chick living in Oklahoma City. I just moved there from Hilltop, in the state of South Carolina. I am quite weird, folks, let me tell you. I've got these politically incorrect sexual needs which I absolutely must satisfy. Back in school...
Samantha Richards is 21 years old today. She's never been to a club before, but that will soon change. Her last class is at two o'clock today, and her best friend, Jamie, is taking her out to celebrate. They have been friends for four years now, but friends is all they've been. 2:30.... Sam is in her dorm room. Her roommate, Kindra, is trying to help her p...
Copyright 2007 Duelduet all publication rights reserved. All characters are over the age of 18. * Every once in a while I don't know who I am. Self-doubt creeps in, seeps in the cracks of the person I have built myself into. It erodes those beliefs that are the foundation of who I am. Yes, I am good. Yes, I am yours. Yes, yes, yes. But, maybe I am too eas...
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Our love ain't water under the bridge... I don't want to see a thing, baby I just wanna feel your touch, feel your rush... I'll stop time for you the second you say you'd like me too, baby just to wake up with you... I belt out the tunes on top of my lungs on the way to work. I need to release this energy somehow. It is that time of year again but this...