"as told by Dave... Becky's chief mechanic and husband" Ever since Becky got the bug for racing, our off seasons have started to fall into a pattern. She spends the fall and winter months "glad handing" potential "sponsors" for next year and me.... Well, I go to church. I usually sit as close to the back as I can. I generally come here by myself. I would...
Good morning, my brothers and sisters. May the Lord bless you on this beautiful day. My name is Ramon Jean-Claude. I was born in the City of Leon on the island nation of Nicaragua to a Haitian father and Latin mother. I grew up in the City of Boston, State of Massachusetts. My parents emigrated to the United States of America when I was younger. I hold a Doc...
Authors Note: This is a continuation of my story that began in Fall From Grace. The stories I am writing are true and describe a transformation in my life, at least as I remember them. Nothing has been embellished unless it is how we all embellish our stories as time passes. Someone made a public comment that said these stories should be nonconsent. These ar...
The decision had been made; Taylor would take care of his ladies and save his money. First thing to do was check his old client list and see what he could squeeze out of that. He went to class and walked home thinking about buying a car but decided that the exercise was good for him and he needed to save the money. He sat at the computer and compiled his c...
Dale's eyes slowly moved over the shapely legs of the woman sitting in the pew in front of him. She wore pantyhose that had a silky sheen to them and they caressed her muscular calves. He could feel his dick begin to tighten against the zipper of his new Sunday suit. His palms began to sweat as the urge to run his hands over those silk covered calves was bec...
The man paused at the white stairs, ran his hands down over his worn out sports jacket, took a deep breath and then slowly walked up the steps, counting as he moved. At the ninth step he looked up and in through the open doors. Once inside the room he stopped to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. There were a few people milling about, but most wer...
Shining like a diamond in those hot spot lights. She gleamed from the sweat and the abundance of body glitter. White teeth sparkled from a ruby red mouth which is surrounded by golden brown skin. Catcall's, whistles, clapping, and cheering seemed like a blur of noise and excitement. She stood there, arms outstretched, reaching for the sky, chest heaving from...
Amber Sullivan sat at the kitchen table, sipped tea, and thought about her husband and her marriage. The day before had been her third wedding anniversary, but her husband had not mentioned it, had not acknowledged it. Amber sighed and a frown crossed her face. It's not as if he forgot it, she thought; it's as if he ignored it, as if it didn't mean anything...
The man in black was standing alone on a dark street corner. In front of him was an old church. He stood there looking up at the church in awe. It was an enormous and impressive thing, looming overhead in the semi-darkness. It was misting rain that night. The streetlights tried feebly to penetrate the gloom. Standing in front of the church wearing a leather...
Meet Father James Nyondo, a thirty-something black man living in the town of Kibuli, not far from the City of Kampala, Uganda. In this small African country where priests and preachers from Europe have spent generations converting the locals to Christianity, becoming a priest or a preacher is a sign of high status. Father James Nyondo loves being a Catholic...