Hi everyone. Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Thank you all for your nice comments and messages, i'm glad that you're still enjoying Duncan's adventures. ***** "What have we got?" I asked as I entered the conference room. I had returned from London a few hours ago. A quick stop by my place for a shower and change of clothes and I was in the offic...
First I need to thank my very noble editor - Trixter. A guy who would go through the smut some stranger wrote in another country, more than once. You totally rock. And now for the tale: ***** The catastrophic swap - women are volcanoes. "We're not going." "We sure are." "We hardly know them." Rose critically scanned the countertop that her husb...
"If you haven't read the first part of this story, Taylar's Awakening Ch. 01, I would highly suggest you do so, to understand this story. Please comment and rate in order for me to get an idea of what you all think of this story series. Also, check out my other fetish stories" It's day two at my friend Stephanie's house. I woke up feeling very relaxed, he...
*** Thanks to all who has commented on my previous stories. I really, really appreciate. Actually, this is my first series and the longest story I've ever written. All comments are welcome. *** ***** Sophie stared at her own reflection in the mirror. Her pale skin with a smattering of orange freckles was still in great condition for her "almost" 29 yea...
"So, Kassim, you mean to tell me that you're an illegal immigrant?" Zara Desmarais said softly, and the young tomboy looked anxiously at the young man who sat opposite her. Inside the crowded Eaton Shopping Center food court in downtown Toronto, thousands of people milled about, embarking on lengthy shopping sprees. Once upon a time, Zara Desmarais, a small-...
A lot of women the world over are convinced that good men don't exist, especially in the Black community. Meet a hard-working and decent brother who's up shit's creek without the proverbial paddle. What happened to this young man isn't race-specific, indeed, it could have happened to any young man regardless of his background. Rejection and friend-zoning, al...
"To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead." ― Thomas Paine While you were sleeping ― buying your seventh BMW, getting married, paying "taxes," pumping out progeny, or watching TV ― the following happened: The motorized cock pump sputtered. The hairy husband sporting it set flame to the business...
On Monday morning, Mr. Holland went into the office unbruised, but emotionally shaken. Camilla saw the fear in his eyes as he sat at his desk, and she got up from her chair, locked the door, and went over to him. "Mr. Holland?" she asked, sitting on his lap. "What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing," he said. "We'd better get to work." "What did the Mrs. do now?" sh...
We lost the election, and we weren't being gracious about it. The gloomy "victory" party ended hours ago and the two dozen or so of us campaign workers who hadn't stormed off into the night sat in small clusters along the walls of the hotel bar. From a raised platform near the front of the room, a DJ wearing unnecessary sunglasses broadcast some Taylor Swif...
Claire knew that anyone driving past would think she was crazy– sitting in her Mazda, screaming at the passenger seat as if someone were there– but she was past caring. He made her so angry. Blake Anderson. She wished he was in the car so she could scream at him in person. With his blue eyes and his square jaw. If he’d been there, he would have just shook hi...