Not even the feeling of cold water landing on his face could have shocked Michael more than this. His grip involuntarily loosened and soon the drops of rain were more than enough to send the paper to the ground. It was too much to comprehend that he stood there momentarily wondering how ink on paper had changed his mood so suddenly. He bent forward and pick...
Day One: I was thriving here in the so-called apocalypse, no rules but my own morality and my survival talents were finally put to proper use. I felt masculine, strong, able, worthy. In charge of my own life, future, destiny. With no one bossing me around, other than those two, but I was only tied to them because of Emily. I didn't mind her bossing me aroun...
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing here Harold." Jessica said standing in front of the mirror and putting the final touches on her make up. "You're not nearly as clever as you like to think you are." "Whatever do you mean my dear wife?" Harold called back from the bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of their bed furiously putting a few final detail...
Chapter 3: Gimmie Shelter The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul. - W. B. Yeats As soon as she had been wrapped in a thin, pastel-blue hospital gown, she gave back the brown felt coat that the harried manger of the hotel had covered her with, when the EMTs had come for her. The woman had rode with her to the hospital, des...
Ariana stormed down the lone, country road. The full moon hung high, and stars dotted the sky like spilt salt across a black tablecloth. She wore a kinky Catwoman costume, which blended in with the night: thigh-high boots, gloves that went to her elbows, skirt barely covered her flat backside, and halter-top tied around her neck—all black, latex with cat ear...
HUH? Hand or paddle?? As sinister as it sounds, as scared as I am, intrigued is the best word to use here. All my life, I have been a "good girl". Been there, done that, crossed-stitched and hand-painted the t-shirts...way too many of them, as a matter of fact. My heart is pounding and I glance down to see if it's visibly thumping through my dress, like a...
As dawn broke over New Orleans, the large pink clouds of early morning rushed through the skies as a hot wind blew steadily from the south. All over the bayou the moist warm sea breeze heated up the city up like boiling cauldron. Steam rose from the slick wet cobblestones of the French Quarter as the rain had briefly cooled things down overnight. This slight...
This is one of a few stories in BlackDarwin's journal and describes experiences with one of his closest friends and first lovers in High School. * * * * * I wasn't the kind of kid who beat off to Wonder Woman on the Superfriends. I appreciated the real-woman curves of ElektraWoman and Linda Carter. My first carnal stirrings were compliments of Yvonne Crai...
A Big White Trash Fucked Up Fuck Parody Motherfuckers!! WARNING: DEPRAVED OFFENSIVE AND FUCKED UP TO THE MAX... READ AT YOUR OWN RISK My stars and stripes, super charged van is careening out of control... about 165 mph... down the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). I'm late for a meeting with my agent... Basketball Wives LA star Jackie Christie. I brought along...
"C'mon in," the host took one look Doo and he knew she was staff. Her short red dress gave her away. No woman of class in the 1930's would wear something so short AND strapless. Only working girls, house cleaners, performers, cigarette sales girls. Gertrude, Doo, was the latter. She walked down a long carpeted hallway and took the first right as she was inst...