He awoke with a dry mouth, sensing something was different here in his private cell. The air was naturally humid which he didn't mind and the only light came from a low wattage bulb near the wooden stairway. On the queen sized mattress, sans sheets, he rolled over onto his side, the soreness from the previous night apparent but fulfilling. Like scattered cl...
It was late on a Friday night. Pearl stood at the mirror in her bathroom, applying her lipstick as carefully as she could, which was never as careful as she might have wished for. She shot a bright, charming smile at herself in the mirror, then pulled several faces, tilting her head to one side, then the other. Her long natural golden curls bounced playfully...
"Stephen, I came here to tell you that I want out of this relationship, you've always been a fool, and a dreamer, you'll never make it into the Space Program," Sally Jackson said haughtily to her boyfriend Stephen Keen, and with that, the tall, well-dressed, supremely attractive young African-American woman rose, grabbed her purse and walked away. Sitting...
I met him when I was in high school. I had just come home from school and was dripping wet. My high school is only a block away from my stepfather's neighborhood (my mother moved both of us and my cat, who got hit by a car trying to go home, to his house). After shutting the door, I dripped on the rug and yelled at the top of my lungs, "MOM, YOU ARE NOT GOIN...
This is a story about a young college co-ed who learns the hard way gambling isn't for everyone. . It was requested by a young lady who has enjoyed some of my other stories. Chapter one sets everything up and has the bet. Subsequent chapter's deal with her trying to pay off the bet and end her torment. This story has lots of exhibitionism and eventually non-...
Julia, Audrey, and Melissa returned to find Rod staring off into space on the living-room couch. The women looked at one another, wondering if their master plan had gone horribly wrong. Why wasn't he chatting up Isabel and making her feel comfortable around him? Was she so appalled at his sheik-like ways that she couldn't bear the sight of him? Melissa, at...
(First off, thank you to everyone that has rated, Favorited, and commented on this story so far. This was just a goofy idea that I had one day, and I never thought it would be this popular, nor would I get this many chapters out of it. Thank you for all the encouragement. Hearing how much everyone likes my writing is what keeps me writing. Typical disclaime...
So, I guess the best way to start this is by saying that I probably have a kind of serious mental illness. I've been in college for about three months now, and I've been taking a somewhat large amount of LSD in that time. I heard that using it can trigger potential illnesses to set in earlier in life than they would otherwise. Also, I know bipolar disorder r...
Rahela had been quiet, nearly dazed, all the way to her bedchamber, and even when she was receiving a gentle scrub down. When her hair was wrapped up and she was soaking in her bathing chamber, that was when her emotions burst out again. This time, she folded her arms over an edge, pressed her face against those arms, and wept. She'd lost control of hersel...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. While Chapters 5, 8, and 9 are largely collaborative and have developed into a full writing partnership with Rachael Ricci Swede,...