LXXIXSick and SoreLindiwe2069 Although this was by no means the first time in her life that Lindiwe had been ill, she'd never before felt as desperately sick as she was now. Her luck had run out. The Buffalo Pox that had spread across England as it had the rest of Europe, Africa and Asia had finally chased her down. The horrible boils of pus on her face and...
After doing countless (I lost count) edits of my upcoming novel, I decided to apply what I learned to make my old stories easier to read. This is the first. * Cassie came into our lives a little under twelve years ago, a refugee from the SPCA. She was docile and loving. In the beginning she didn't bark. She was afraid, though we didn't know it. Approach h...
My name is Terrence Jean Gauthier, though my friends call me T.J. for short. I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien in the island of Haiti in 1986. Three years later, my family moved to the City of Miami, State of Florida, where I've lived ever since. I graduated from Miami Dade College and Florida State University, where I earned my Criminal Justice degree....
Black men the world over got this nasty habit of walking around like they own the place. Act like they're the toughest guys. Swagger like they've got the biggest dicks. And I both love and hate them for it. My name is Jeannette Saint-Mathieu. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien, in the North side of the Republic of Haiti. I've been living in the...
I have known what I am ever since I can remember, but I haven't always been able to admit it to myself, or embrace it. My name is Halima Abdullahi and I'm a young woman living in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. I think I was destined for a life of hardship and struggle, for in the eyes of many, I'm something that shouldn't exist. An openly gay, biracial Musli...
I woke with a stale taste in my mouth, too much champagne and sex. A toothbrush and a cup of tea and I'd be as good as new. Extricating myself from Zanire's sleeping limbs, I quietly limped to the bathroom. Pointing my dick at the bowl, I was surprised it still worked. "You saw a lot of action, buddy, I'm glad you're ok." Zanire, stirred as the kettle bo...
It's been a long time! I can only offer my sincerest apologies to you all for not continuing with my previous series. A lot has happened in my personal life which for a very long time had taken me away from this site. And from writing what I enjoy. However this period of absence has given me more ideas on what I want to do next. Hopefully you all can forgive...
XC War Eric Esterhazy 2046 There were so many other things Eric would rather be doing. For instance, he could be doing something to address the scandalous rate of immigration from the war-ravaged regions of the world: scarred as they were all the way from India to Kazakhstan and from Tajikistan to Azerbaijan. He could be consolidating his position as Treasu...
LVII Sinners, Poor and Wretched Olive 2083 This wasn't how it was supposed to be, thought Olive. It was supposed to have been a quick transaction. She'd pay the cash, get a discount by offering a blowjob as collateral and then take the packets of brown crystal back to Oz who'd pay her double what she paid for the stuff. And maybe after that she'd treat he...
XXXVIII Unto the Next Generation Tamara 2097 Not all the residents of the Elysian Nursing Home where Tamara worked were over eighty years old. Some were rather younger. In fact, some were barely seventy. It hardly seemed much of a reward for decades of scrimping and saving for retirement to have to live in a single room in a nursing home before you h...