Adam Brent is the name. Most people just call me Young Adam. I don't know why, but that nickname has stuck with me for ages. I'm a tall, and dare I say good-looking young African man with dark brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. Anyone looking at me would see a young African-American male. The kind of man that both men and women can't help but f...
Mrs. Alice Hetherington-Smythe watched her husband from across the dining table. The food was delicious but tonight Henry was not in a good mood. He had little conversation beyond complaints, of which he had many. 'Nothing changes much', she thought to herself as he continued with his theories on everything that was wrong with his world. It was still sever...
Note: This is not just a sex story, it is more a novella, that contains explicit sex, so be advised, if you don't want a long story, only sex, then please don't read. All references to the Wodaabe tribe are absolutely accurate. Excuse any inaccuracies with regards to time and distance, I have sailed on many seas but I am not a navigator. It seemed to be for...
The power of a people reside in how they tell their stories. For descendants of slaves, African Americans, we don't have many written records of the powerful stories our ancestors. The voices of those whose blood courses through our veins were effectively silenced by the system of chattel slavery. Slavery isn't even something we as Black people want to talk...
Katie ran a little bed and breakfast out in the cut of the Georgia country but close enough to the city not to be in the middle of nowhere. She was only 20 years young and had a good head on her shoulders, very mature for her age. After all, she did run her own business, and a very profitable one at that. She had customers come stay with her from all over th...
INTRODUCTION TO READERS WET ENCOUNTERS is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century. It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodw...
The next morning, Andy woke up early and grabbed a quick breakfast in the hotel before heading to the shuttle. The volunteer cleanup crew consisted of locals and tourists, about half of both. They drove an hour and a half from Montego Bay through the mountains to the town of Crawford on the other side of the small island. The devastation wasn't the worst An...
This is the first part of a long story hence, its publication in the Novels and Novellas section of Lit. I hope to publish a new part every three weeks or so and I look forward to hearing from anyone that reads it. Eighteen fifty seven had not been a good year for Missus Amanda Williams. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her...
After her official launch, Captain Wyndham took The Corseted Domme on a few more test flights so the crew of riggers and engineers gained experience of handling her before embarking on Lady Sally's more ambitious travels. She was easy to fly. The captain expected such a vast airship to be unwieldy, but she was a dream; her sleek, bullet-like, frame slid thro...
I would never wish anyone ill. But when Beatrice died I was glad. OK, let me explain. I have lived a quiet life, listened to my mother's teachings faithfully and went to Sunday School regularly. In school I heard the bigger girls talking about their exploits with boys, whom they let, or whom they froze out. I had no idea what these phrases meant. Daudi was...