Author's note: I seem to be getting some really good ideas lately from recently posted stories. This one comes from DG Hear's story "Stay At Home Dad." I liked the concept of the threat to a heretofore-strong marriage between a rich girl and a poor boy, and decided to take that concept in a little different direction. ------ I was sitting in the dark, on m...
Disclaimer This is a four-part white woman, black man cuckolding novel. It is written based on fantasy sexual scenarios. Some characters are written as stereotypes in order to advance this fantasy. The cuckold character behaves weakly and doesn't stand up for himself. The black bull characters behave aggressively, and are not written as living human beings...
Charlotte closed the door to the Jeep and crunched across the gravel driveway to the red door set into the side of the building. She pushed on it, tentatively, and it swung open. Smiling, she walked inside and began her routine. The contents of her small backpack were laid out neatly on the metal table and, after the few moments it took her to undress, her c...
My name is Henry McAlister though I'm called Hank. My Dad named me after Henry Aaron, his favorite ballplayer. My father, John was a surgeon and my Mom Karen was an RN for many years. I have been married to my Mallory for 12 years and I have a boy Bobby 9 and a girl Jena 8. I am a physician and have my own family medicine practice. I have about 150 patient...
The new apartment was fine. Not nice, not really great, it was fine. By now Burton had lived in enough three-flat buildings in this city to recognize that they were all basically the same-- a living room up front with big windows, skinny hallway with a dining room and bathroom along one side, then a kitchen and the bedroom in back. The long narrow lots prett...
After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affil...
Private Arnold Williams swallowed heavily and adjusted the lapels of his dress uniform before rapping sharply on the metal door before him. He stood back and puffed out his chest, his cap held in one hand, his spine rigidly straight. "Come in, it's open," a deep but distinctly female voice uttered from within. Arnold switched his cap from one hand to the ot...
The television droned on. Another rumored case near Frankfurt. Dr. Buchanan tapped a pen on his desk with one hand as he sipped coffee with another. On the desk, a dozen memos all marked urgent laid before him. All of them discussed unusual cases, but no two of them were the same. It was an old trap for doctors to fall into, and it was being fueled by panic....
Another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #8: Carmine - EDITED A novel by David Horton Copyright 2000 Chapter 1: October 27 Ice and snow everywhere he looks. He won't be going anywhere in this weather. Mike lays his head back down on his favorite pillows, a pair of human female breasts. Outside the wind howls and whistles between the twin chrome stacks of hi...
SO FAR: Divorcee Merrick Jamieson (35) visiting New York comes into contact with the moll of the mysterious Spiro. The spirited Kirsty Fallon (25) finds she has become attracted and follows the photo-journalist to his homeland and begins working with him. Merrick foils a retriever sent to return Kirsty to New York and then travels to Manhattan and wins her f...