As we're faced with a new year, I can't help but reflect on the past twelve months. If I sit back and think of who I was and what I was doing at the beginning of this year and compare it to now, I notice a change... a major change. Human beings are blessed with a complex brain. To some, this may be a curse and not a blessing. The confusion of our society m...
I felt him just a split second before strong arms snaked around my waist from behind. Even without turning around, I knew who it was. I could sense him ... smell him ... feel him. I couldn't dare explain how I know these things even though, in every sense of the word, he wasn't mine. But yet, at this moment, for now, he had chosen to envelope me in his embra...
Thin prisms of light break free from the cloud cover, dance through the north-facing windows of an old English inspired Tudor, bounce off the carved crystal bowl resting atop a marble table across the bed from me and come to a check-mate style stand off right there. The swirling energy of light, throbbing and pulsing against it's constraints, all dressed up...
ARRIVAL Hypnos looked behind him for the van. It was already gone, its whiteness lost in this apocalyptic blizzard, along with the stars and the pockmarked, wounded moon. There was nothing now. Only the flickering light from the candle on her kitchen table. That at least had not abandoned him. It wouldn't be long now. A hundred more yards, tops, before he...
The warrior spurred his horse and leaned forward, drawing back his curved sword and roaring out a challenge to the castle guards. Steel flashed in the sunlight, catching the bloody rays of sunset as the guards stepped out onto the packed earth of the courtyard. The warrior was good - and his horse was a fighter, too. The huge mount wheeled and turned, dodgi...
My name is Stefan Cherenfant. A big and tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Friends call me K.B. for short. I don't mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had...
Venice 1754, the evening of Carnival. When Venetians gather in Piazza San Marco in masks. A night when torches blaze, their light dancing along the walls illuminating brilliant costumes below. In an apartment overlooking the Piazza, a beautiful young duchess is making a final touch, placing two black feathers on her silver and purple mask. Completing her dis...
Step by step instructions on how men can finally have a happy Christmas This story is for men. If you do not have a penis, be forewarned that this story is not for you. This story is about men and for men. Men only. Unless you are a Tomboy with tits bigger than your IQ and know not only how many quarters (hint) there are in a football game but also how many...
Before they sit down to a good meal, Vincent walks around a little and does some stretches. Adison takes a comfortable chair and is bored. She cannot read, and moving around hurts her head, so she watches Victor bustle in the kitchen, and Vincent doing his stretching exercises. 'After breakfast and the bath, you're back to bed,' Victor tells her, and she kn...
"Wives, submit to your husbands, as unto the Lord," Ephesians 5:22, The Holy Bible. "The wife should submit herself graciously to the servant leadership of her husband," Southern Baptist resolution. "I'm the only one who can make decisions," Giancarlo Giannini as Gennarino Carunchio in Swept Away. Few questions arouse more hackles than that of whether wom...