The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh miserable ones. God is savi...
Chapter Two She has violet eyes, Cassius thought to himself. The slave girl quickly withdrew from his mind has he came upon his sister's black steed, flanked by her husband. Her stomach was plump beneath her sheer purple gown, indicating she was heavy with a child but Cassius was unsure of just how far along she really was. Velorina never really called u...
I worked into the night as Gunny rested, the painkillers keeping him down. He would move once in a while, his leg moving over mine or his nose smelling me next to him. He was on his side again, and I was sitting up against pillows with his head on my lap and my computer on the table above me. Craig and Luis had been thrown together as the people in charge o...
Pt. 5 – In Keiji's room; love and choice. "Keiji, wait," I said, stopping in my tracks just outside the train station. I wasn't sure if it was nerves or "morning" sickness (which is conveniently available at any time of day for all of your vomiting needs), but I felt like I was going to toss my cookies. Keiji had gained a few steps on me as he headed towa...
The day began like any other. I got to my office at the church around 8AM and sat down at my desk to do some studying and to check my e-mail. I knew that I had a busy afternoon ahead of me, so I needed to get a lot of work done in the morning on my sermon for Sunday. After reading a couple passages of Scripture that I was considering, I decided to check my...
"That'll be twenty-three ninety." Michael smiled at the checkout counter girl and produced a battered wallet from his back pocket. He had a twenty and a five sitting right at the front of the wallet. If there were anyone else behind him, they would have seen that he had exactly enough money. If there had been anyone else in the store, they would have seen...
Kyle Jorge Pederson is the name. Friends call me K.J. Sociopathy is the nature of my game. I'm a tall, good-looking black man living in the great city of Boston. I work as a District Attorney in the city of Boston. That's only my day job. By night, I engage in entirely different behavior. Then again, we all do. I like sex. I am sexually adventurous. I am com...
I look away as the young man pauses in his work and removes his shirt, baring his torso to the bright Caribbean sunshine. The sun is hot, but there is a light breeze that his tight white tee shirt has screened his sweaty back and chest from enjoying. This, I assume, is why he has removed his shirt in my backyard. His muscles ripple as he bends and heaves th...
The following is a sequel to deepemerald's The Affair, an erotic couplings story which should frankly be in the loving wives genre. The cliff-hanger conclusion earned deepemerald quite a bit of flak and eventually a follow up was not pursued. Again, the story had me in knots and the following story is a response. Thanks to my early readers whose suggestion...
My name is Danny Maxwell. I just turned nineteen years old. I am the oldest in my high school graduating class. I just started school late as my mother did not think that I was ready to start school at five years of age. I was told that when I was about two or three years old that I would always touch and run my hands over the nylon legs of relatives or fri...