Saturday morning 8:30 am, in the shower and getting ready to leave for The Book Store. If I wasn't so focused on a resolution to my feelings about Reg I would probably have stayed in bed and slept off this vicious hang over. That's what I get, I muttered to myself. It's punishment for being bad. Thank God Neil was a nice guy, it could have gone a lot worse...
They had drugged her and led her to the forest. This was new. She had been an outcast in the village since her youth, her dark hair and olive complexion contrasting with the fair flaxen Nords. She knew the humiliation and shame of not being able to fit in. As she awoke from the drugged stupor, she knew what had happened. It had been discussed all week in t...
This is the second installment of 'Meeting Me at the Ritz'... it's better read after reading the first. We continue as Michelle, the redhead has just been (wo)man-handled by The Reverend's wife while sitting at the bar. After reading, I encourage you to vote on my writing, and to comment if it so pleases you. * "You're welcome, Honey. Now, if I may?" and...
Chapter 1 The Contract She stood back and admired her handiwork. His hands and feet were securely fastened to the bed posts by a length of thick cord. A gag in his mouth. She reached in her bag and withdrew a large, black plastic bag. She brought it down over his head and securely fastened it around his neck by a rubber band. She quickly searched her bag a...
As they drove toward the Marina, Linda was pleased, as Richard was beginning to look reasonably normal again after his confrontation with the spider. When they arrived he checked with the office for the slip number of the boat. "That would be slip number nine," said the Marina manager pointing down the wooden walk toward the right. Linda followed Richard a...
He was so beautiful, almost perfect. He had no idea how the sparkle in my eye caressed his magnificent frame. Future son-in-law or not, any woman claiming she wouldn't enjoy seeing such a magnificent hunk of man without a stitch, hard and erect, is simply not telling the truth -- which, by the way, we often don't even to ourselves. He was irresistible. Pack...
CAUTION: This is not the usual story I write of affectionate interaction among women and men. It is a story of an abusive, using relationship that happens to be between a black man and a white woman. If this kind of thing bothers you, you probably shouldn't read it. The story is strictly a work of fiction, and is not meant to be a representation of a typical...
Procrastination always bites you and it was mightily munching on me this weekend. I had put off buying my lovely wife Amy her birthday present. I did, after all, have this weekend. That was what I thought until my client in Orlando had called with an emergency Thursday afternoon. I would need to go and deal with his problems and be trapped there through the...
When Pam and I married we were both virgins in the sense that we had never had sex with anyone else. We met in our late teens and married when we were 21. When we finished having children we were still relatively young. Pam is an attractive blonde, petite, smallish breasts (but nice, with perfect nipples), lovely legs, flat tummy and small butt. I remember a...
I've been everywhere in this cold-ass country, and sometimes, I honestly wish my parents had kept their asses in Somaliland. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Omar Muhumed, and I am a brother going through hell these days. The Yukon is definitely no place for a Black man, I'll tell you that much. I work for a logging company in Dawson City, on...