I probably should have taken the longer way home that night. As it was, impatience won and I took the alley, leading me on a course that would change my life forever. I remember well the darkness and dankness of it. The moon was hidden in shadow and not another soul in sight, or so I thought. Then I heard it, footsteps behind me, the clicking of a woman's he...
"Set me and Harvey up again Bill," Josh said to the bartender with a hardy smile. Slapping the bar with his open hand, "Bam." A round of laughter sounded from the bar's patrons. The Old Man wobbled slightly as the bartender filled another shot glass. Pushing it in front of Josh Henderson, the local drunk and storyteller. Taking the empty shot glass and wipi...
Making love. Coitous. Fucking. Whatever you want to call it, I hate sex. That wasn't always the case though. There was a time, not too long ago even, that I loved sex above anything else; well, anything except for Poe. She would let me do whatever I wanted though. She would often throw wild parties, many of which degenerated into mass orgies, rooms full of...
The rhythmic rocking of the carriage was soothing, and soon became a predictable pattern, perhaps due to an out of round wheel, or mayhap a gimp leg on one of the horses, or perhaps an uneven distribution of luggage overhead and beneath. Rain pricked at the hard exterior, the thick glass window on the door and parallel side of the carriage. This and the clo...
Negotiation Tactics His name is Viktor Kurienkov. Loving husband...devoted family man...prominent businessman. For the last two days he has been engaged in negotiations with UnitedFutures Incorporated concerning the acquisition of a small oil production plant that his company – Kurienkov Holdings – owned which had control of the primary distribution line t...
I woke up to find Gayle was already pulling on his gray suit. He'd just showered; the scent of his lavender soap was strong in the air still. That was unusual that I would notice, I usually couldn't smell him. "Oh, you're up." Gayle said casually as he pulled his shoulder length chocolate tresses behind his shoulders tying a black ribbon to keep it in a sing...
The name is Kurt Brands. A six-foot-one, lean and ruggedly handsome young Black man living near the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I lead a life like no other. Let's walk through some of my finest moments, shall we? I guarantee it shall be worth your while. There is so much fun to be had when you're young, handsome and wealthy. And fun is exactly what th...
Ondrea groaned and stretched her cramped limbs. What should have been a three hour trip turned into five and a half hour one; construction over a long stretch of highway left only one lane available causing huge traffic blocks. Spending that much time in a car was never time well spent in her book but they were finally at Donna Maria's Lodge. Maria and Robe...
I had just granted my new little ass-boy the erotic privilege of being allowed to kiss my ass, but my generosity had been preceded by a preliminary tease and denial demonstration I performed for the new strippers at the club, for educational purposes of course. This hadn't been easy for him, since I had teased him mercilessly with my hot butt first, making...
"Until the day I die, I'll fight you freaks," Abelard Adewale shouted, and the tall, burly young Nigerian man boldly swung his fist, and connected with the jawline of the pale-skinned man before him. Tall and slim, with alabaster skin and reddish brown hair, the dark-clad man did not even flinch, but instead carelessly, almost casually, took the brunt of the...