Summary: A proud black MILF is gradually dommed by a racist white coed. WARNING 1: This story includes politically incorrect terms (chief among them the infamous N word, and unlike the term of ironic respect it's used as in my stories about whites submitting to blacks, in this story it's used as it commonly is by racists, as an epithet). If such words or co...
She'd had enough. The revolver she kept in the closet was loaded with six bullets before she stepped to the mirror, covering the latest red mark on her neck with make up. Yes, she'd kill him this time, she told herself, it can't go on. As she strutted out onto the drive of the big house his wealth had brought her, she felt a strange but undeniable pleasure i...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is the brain child of the ruggedly handsome (he made me say that!) Scooter Titenbum, my editor extraordinaire. He made a flippant comment, and I thought it was a brilliant idea. So we have been collaborating together for the past few weeks. There's a big transition for Gayle in the beginning so the fun and good bits are gradually in...
Maja Allen. The bus slowed to a stop and I jumped off. There was a light drizzle and I suddenly wished I'd brought a coat. I'd just needed to get away. I walked up the neat suburban street and knocked on the door of the end house. I heard movement inside, then the door opened. "Maja! What a lovely surprise," said Albert. He shuffled back to let me in,...
It was the first day of Anne and Nick's summer "stay-cation". Earlier, Anne had left work early to drop their teenagers off at her parent's house for three nights. They had taken their kids on a family vacation to Europe in June, and would be heading to the beach in August. This interlude in July allowed Anne and Nick an opportunity to enjoy their own hous...
As Brenda and Connie recovered from their injuries, they had a hard time coping and adjusting to the new circumstances of their lives. Connie especially was having a miserable time of it. This was the second untimely death of a true love and she was feeling that she was cursed. Although her first love, Travis Williamson was of such a short duration, having d...
ONE Blake was trembling as the new dorm assignments were being made. Every student in the academy had lived in single bedroom dorms, and now, for the final third of the school year, they were all going to get roommates. Half the guys from the boys' dorm would be moving into the girl's rooms, and vice versa. Whilst this meant half the available rooms were no...
Chapter 01: Inanna and Ereshkigal -- Battle in Irkalla [This is a one-off story, or so I intend at this time, inspired by several elements: the Mesopotamian myth of Inanna's Descent into the Underworld, and a few stories written by a certain "GW" from another website, a noted portal for the female muscle fetish. This story draws upon various ideas and scena...
Luc woke in the middle of the night stiff and achy. "What the hell?" he wondered. As he tried to stretch, he remembered. Duke, the attach, Meg and the family meeting. "Damn, what a day," he thought. Luc went to roll over, but Meg was snuggled up tight to his right side. Luc scooted back, stretched a bit more and then curled up around her. He was back asleep...
Author's note: This is a story based on Scrubs and takes place during the My Last Day episode in Season 1. * Elliot Reid was talking too much again. She always talked too much when she was nervous, and it wasn't just talking too much, it was talking to quickly, and she also tended to ramble and lose track of what she was trying to say and continually ret...