The events of this story took place almost a year and a half after the events of the Private Showing story. As with all of my recounting, I've gone back to the participants to make sure I had most of it right but who really remembers every word and action. I've tried to keep my additional colour to a minimum because these people and our story mean a great de...
He sat on the first row of the bleachers watching her round the track. A thoroughbred with every fine muscle in her beautiful black body finely tuned, and ready for the State High school championships. The whole school new of Donna Jones, the first cousin of Marion Jones the incredible Olympic Athlete and Basketball star. Their resemblance was uncanny. Both...
Emma's Story Ch. 02: Emma in Public I knew that Cory never expected me to actually call him, but I kept the scrap of paper with his number written on it safe, and a week or two after his visit when I decided that I need someone to help me out, he was the one I called. “Hi Cory, it’s Emma. Remember me?” “Of course I remember you,” he answered, “How could I...
Author's Note: My friend Erin Fox seems to be enjoying these stories about "her" life, so here's another, written with her permission. I hope you enjoy it. ~~BrettJ * Erin Fox sighed as she looked at her favorite pair of black leather pants and the new boots she had purchased a few days ago. It was a Friday night and she wanted to go out and have fun, danc...
Sayyid al-Rahaman looked up from his Qur'an as two women walked into his shop. One was pale skinned, the other a Nubian. They were unveiled and wore Shervani's robes not burquas. They walked with heads held high and a confident gait, quite unlike the women of the village. "You are Sayyid the Garment Maker?" The Nubian said haughtily. "I am he. What do you...
The following story happened when I was out in L.A. working in the corporate gym of a large film studio out there. I worked as a personal trainer to some of the executives who made the movies and found out details of the films they were making and information about the stars who worked there. The latest production they were filming was a big budget remake of...
Taken from the transcript of recordings by psychiatrist Dr. Strukely at the Koczewye Mental Institute, name of subject witheld Father, I have sinned. I nearly wished I could say those words then. But I had not sinned. I remained untouched by the corruption and the devastation of the scenes that unfolded. I remained aloof, clean. Yet the very events of that...
We had lost the old ways. Well perhaps more put aside than lost...no one was sure. A simple substance discovered in a pale green berry had put dormant our inclination to go into season, had put aside the madness that accompanied it. Some experts were unsure as to the wisdom of this, but mating still occurred and the population hadn’t suffered, so most embr...
XXXIV Salim wasn’t at all sure she liked all the changes that her lover had dictated on her niece. First, the breasts, now so unnaturally firm and hard; resisting all attempts of gravity to lower their profile. Then the lips now in such a firm unchanging pout which made her seem as if she was constantly ready for sex, but also somehow moody and sullen when...
The South African Nightjar's mournful lament, "Good Lord, Deliver Us", filled the night air as Naomi, Sam and I, Celeste sat around the fire. We were silent, listening to the sounds of the night. The fire cast flickering shadows on our naked bodies. I broke the silence. "Naomi, where did you learn about South African plant life?" Naomi took a deep breath...