There is a certain rhythm in life. Everyone and everything has their place in the grand scheme of things. My place simply happens to be on top. Always. That's just the way of things. My name is Stephen Crawford. A six-foot-four, lean and wiry, brown-skinned and gray-eyed, thirty-something Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. That's what I l...
Prolog: Because we are currently engaged in "Slavery by Syndication," it is difficult for modern man to assert his individuality. Adding to the dilemma of "socialization," we have a syndicated academia that strain to seduce capitalistic communism onto their current students -- which attempts to robotize young minds by creating a higher educational power (a...
Dear Larissa, My Hummingbird, I am listening to B.B. King's song "Hummingbird" as I write this, and its easy to let the music carry me away into imagining us some day, finally, after months of correspondence, performing beautiful acts of incarnation, making our words flesh, over and over again. Do you want to be sexed up some more? Read on...or save the...
I am excited tonight. I have never been to your house. Up until now, our relationship has consisted of public meetings spent intensely discussing erotic abstractions, and a few hurried fumblings in my parked car. There's just not space in that situation for what I have in mind. I have been dropping hints in our conversations about my little fetish, but as yo...
David checked the bars one last time. He was as certain as he could be that they would hold. They had no other recourse if they didn't. There wasn't another human soul around for miles, of course. But there was always a chance that someone could wander this deep into the forest and happen upon the same cabin they had found, so building a soundproofed cage in...
Talking her gap year straight after leaving school was the best thing Sophie could have done. True, it was frightening to explore Africa alone at only 19, but it helped her to realise who she was, and how she fitted into the world. Sophie loved animals, whether it was the gainliness of giraffes or the antics of chimpanzees, she was in awe. Yet a special pla...
After chatting with you last night I went to bed as I said I was but found myself unable to sleep. Lay there for the longest thinking about you guys and want you were doing. My mind begins to wonder and then I could see a vision of a beautiful person lying on the bed with just a sheet covering her and the tops of her breast were exposed. The look on her face...
It was a Saturday morning I had just woken up, getting into the shower to wake myself up for the days events, I got out of the shower, dried myself off putting on my boxers, went downstairs to get myself a cup of coffee. Reading the days newspaper getting caught up on the days events, thinking it was a wonderful day outside I decided to go for a drive, in m...
Thank you for all the feedback. Thanks goes out to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for their making my story a much better read. There I was sitting in the little cafe listening to 'You Gave Me A Mountain' for the fourth time. The waitress walked up and said, "Josh, don't you think you listened to it enough times?" I looked up and there stood Sherry...
Published @ 8/25/2013 Caretakers of What? Case in point; Would you agree that animals, from the simplest to the apex predators have self-genetic limitations against hoarding/greed. This limitation is good for the others species and other predators and the for the chance to compete as well as the overall environmental nexus. A pride of lions will only k...