Tommy's Uncle Dave was away on a sales trip and Kim hadn't gotten home from college yet, so the young man and his aunt were going to be alone until Sunday night. At breakfast Saturday morning, his aunt asked the young man if he'd mind mowing the lawn. Tommy, glad for something to do, happily acceded. "I have some things to do at church," his aunt told him...
Man, every time I ran into her, the song "She's So High Above Me" starts in my head. I hope I'm not going crazy or anything. My name is Jalil Akbar. For most of my life, I've seen myself as the son of two worlds. My father Mohammed Abdul Akbar was born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. And my mother Aisha Tabaan hails from the great nation of Somali...
"Look up! Look up! For God's sake, look up! Can't you see the wisps? I'm surrounded by them. "Please look up. Please. Please don't cry. I love you. I love you so very, very much. "I can't reach you. Forgive me, I can't reach. It's difficult to breathe. I just want to dry your eyes. Kiss them dry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. "Hold him. Someone hold him. Pleas...
The path I've chosen to walk is a difficult one, but I feel that it's the right one for me. My name is Tariq Rahim Alkaabi and I was born on the island of Failaka in the State of Kuwait. November 17, 1988, I came into the world. An undersized little brown bundle of joy, as my grandmother Bashirah would constantly remind me in later years. My father Abdul Alk...
The development of (comparatively) cheap and easy faster-than-light travel and terraforming technologies brought on a wave of colonization unlike any before seen. Among the most enthusiastic colonizers were those "fringe" groups who's beliefs and practices were looked on askance by mainstream society. Sector 3030Y is perhaps the most interesting re...
Is it considered prejudice if you're against dating your own kind? My name is Cassandra Saint James and I'm a Vampire living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, on the Northern coast of the island of Haiti on January 29, 1812, and I became one of the Undead on February 7, 1834. As a citizen of the Haitian society of the ol...
If I wore a necktie -- which I don't -- I would have straightened it. Instead I simply swallowed dryly, checked the house number for the Nth time, rechecked my watch -09:30 precisely, per arrangements- and knocked. Five seconds later, the front door opened and Jodee stood there, her infectious grin exactly the same as forty years ago. We fell into one anoth...
I stand at the alter, naked, save for a tiny black brief that barely holds me in. A few men and women sit in attendance in various states of undress. The preacher, a tall, hard muscled black man wears the black collar with the white tab, and a black tube sock stretched tightly over his long dangling cock. We chat, the mood quiet but jocular, as I tried to su...
It had been a month since the funeral, Johnny had been in his late seventies and Lynne understood that not everyone lived forever, but she did miss him greatly, and she missed the sex. She loved waking up in the morning and giving him a blow job and getting a nice mouth full of her favorite beverage, sweet and salty cum right from the tap so to speak. Her da...
***There's a word in this chapter. I don't use it, but it's there. There's even a whole category on Lit for it. It's never held any attraction for me, but somebody's got to like the idea I guess. Anyway, I needed to use some of it as a vehicle in my plot. If you have an allergy, then skim that part, 'k? 0_ -------------------- Book of the Forsaken Part 2...