He slept silently in the bed, sprawled out on his back; the blankets kicked to the floor. She crept slowly into the room closing the door soundlessly behind her. She stopped at the foot of the bed watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. She crawled onto the bed between his legs careful not to wake him. She placed her hand on the inside of his th...
It was 1949 in the wilderness of Brazil where I'd been on expedition for many months. My name is Matthew and I'd sought for years a hidden location to a gold deposit in the country that was said to have been stored in caves during the years where settlers and travelers would roam through the country. Though it was mainly just considered a fool's errand, I'd...
The knock on his door startled him out of his daydreams, his clothes put away long ago. He'd been a bit pissed off to realise there didn't seem to be any wifi here and that to get a signal on his phone he had to hang so far out of the window that he was scared he'd fall, but at least that meant he wouldn't send any drunken, embarrassing messages. Not that he...
I watch my son get into his father's car, wave and wait for them to disappear down the road. Then I close the front door, close my eyes and take a deep breath. This is where my time begins. Single parent with sensible job juggling bills and homework and cooking dinner is put to one side to allow somebody else to come through. Somebody a little bit darker, mo...
Waking the following morning, feeling somehow fulfilled. Then, as I came to, I remembered the night. With my frilly shortie nightie disgustingly clinging to my body, back and front, came the realization "I was no longer a virgin!" And -- it felt great. Sometime in the night, Bobbey had left us, to return to her own bed, just the two of us now. Gazing at thi...
The power of a people reside in how they tell their stories. For descendants of slaves, African Americans, we don't have many written records of the powerful stories our ancestors. The voices of those whose blood courses through our veins were effectively silenced by the system of chattel slavery. Slavery isn't even something we as Black people want to talk...
"We should not be doing this," he whispered against my lips as his hands moved relentlessly up under my shirt to grab at my breasts. "Then stop," I said simply. I didn't know if he would actually stop or not, but I was pleading in my head for him to ignore his conscience and think with his dick, which was pulsating through his jeans against my hand at that...
Recently, I'd found a gym buddy, Hannah; one of the girls at work. Most days around five, Hannah and I would meet up at our generally deserted company gym, and chat about all things non-work related, while we worked up a sweat. I really enjoyed our sessions together. In all honesty, they were the only perk the job had to offer. So as usual, there we were,...
Stephen knocked hesitantly and waited, adjusting his tie and checking his shoes...'Come', a curt summons issued in no-nonsense fashion by his boss, Ian Craven, a man who did not like to be kept waiting. Stephen grasped the handle and entered. Ian was on the telephone, and he appeared angry, although his smooth telephone manner gave nothing away. He indicated...
All comments would be gratefully received. I respond to all POLITE feedback, if possible, especially from women interested in being Julie, or just general chat. * Julie was staring at me across the bar again. I often saw her in here, perhaps why I keep frequenting this bar when there are plenty of others closer to home. My mates had warned Me about her, ab...