You wake up, wiping your eyes, remembering that nice dream you had a few moments ago before you realize you hear your parents yelling that you need to get ready for school. You jump out of bed in your matching pink set of satin panties and bra and admire yourself in your wall mirror ahead of you. "Not too bad.." you say to yourself, making a few of...
Dry Garden is a rural town on the Pacific coast of California. Once possessing a burgeoning economy from a massive furniture industry, the small town has largely diminished in economic power thanks to the furniture makers moving elsewhere and a newly-erected shopping mall killing the commercial district. Even the beach and amusement park have done little to...
This is not an autobiography. The names and events are a product of my imagination although I am certain that things such as I have described happen everyday somewhere. Many thanks to the men and women who form the thin blue line between us and anarchy. Ever since I was a little boy I always wanted to be a policeman. It started when I saw an old black a...
At three and a half feet tall she wasn't tall enough to reach the back of the counter, even while standing on tippy-toes and stretching her arm as far as it would go. A frustrated scowl marked her adorable, olive-skinned features and she absently pushed a wave of long brown hair behind an ear in a way that perfectly mirrored her mother. While seeking a solut...
Hey again everyone. This chapter isn't as huge as the first one but I hope you like it just as much, be sure to rate and send me comments. Also another thank you to my editor, and I swear I will learn his screen name. He is amazing and getting the editing done almost as fast as I can get the chapters to him. * The alarm sounded and I groaned and slapped a...
Lewis and I have been best friends since the 3rd grade. We've gone through a lot of stuff together: we've played on the same youth baseball leagues, gone to the same parties, and gotten into tons of trouble together. He's the Murtaugh to my Riggs. If you didn't catch that last reference, it meant that I'm white and he's black. Granted, he's not my only black...
Slipping on her sunglasses and tucking away a book in her bag, Camille Dunston walked across campus headed towards the parking lot. Her Friday morning world civilization class had consisted of her professor monotonously lecturing for an hour on the ancient Egyptian empire. "What a waste of a beautiful Friday morning," she thought as she walked passed the li...
April Hines sat by herself at lunch. Choosing to get caught up on her homework for Biology. She was a straight A student and preferred to stay ahead of things. Instead of eating in the cafeteria she welcomed the Florida sunshine of the school's front steps. Peaceful only for short periods but enough to concentrate. Only half of her assignment would get done....
I recently read a story, and the ending bothered me. It bothered me because it didn't end. It was a cuckold tale. It was an over the top abuse-and-humiliate-a-loving-mate cuckold tale. I am compelled to read them, and even start to write them, but am always waiting and cheering for that moment when the guy grows a pair and stands up for his manhood. Why gu...
Note: Thanks so much for all the support and feedback I have gotten with this story! Again, thanks to my wonderful editor, Amela, that puts up with my misuse of commas and fast-finger typos. The 3rd part to this story will be posted shortly so keep an eye out! I love hearing from my readers so feel free to comment or email! The characters in this story are...