I would like to thank Red Fenix for editing my story. This is the last of the chapters so I hope all of you enjoy the conclusion! Ambrosia crawled through the black mess that held her down to unconsciousness. It was important that she had to be awake and as she crawled farther and farther up, she was aware of a sharp pain in her head. When she tried to rub...
Sheriff Carl Jenkins sat at his desk pondering possible ways that would give him access to Malcolm's property. The main problem was that Malcolm Matheson was a white man, a well respected white man from a well respected family with strong ties to the community. If he was a colored man the Sheriff could pretty much handle the situation anyway he saw fit. T...
Once upon a time in urban America, there was this young woman named Deanna Leroy. She was a tall, gorgeous young black woman. She attended a prestigious Ivy League school on scholarship and played college basketball. Deanna was popular with the men and women of her college campus. Her fame and popularity got to her head and she became very shallow. One day,...
The noonday sun was perched high in the sky that day, the first day of Spring, shedding warmth and light upon the rugged countryside. Appropriately enough, the entire hillside was covered in a verdant green, with flowers in full bloom. As Iksander made his trek up the foothills of the Zagros Mountains, he took a moment to savor the sweet smell of the wild fl...
Dear readers, This is a backstory installment to my Madelyn series. It is fully possible to enjoy this story on its own, but I would encourage you to go on to read Madelyn after you read this. It will answer many questions this may bring up. And to those who've read my Madelyn series: I hope this answers a few questions, though it may also open up a few mor...
Chapter 21 For those who believe reincarnation, Heaven can wait Yes, I can feel my Lynn," said Marianne looking around the room. "I feel her energy," she said inhaling deeply, putting back her head and wrapping her arms around herself. "I feel her spirit. I know she's here," she closed her eyes and said with a smile. Then, when she opened her eyes, she loo...
Maggie flipped through her magazine while keeping an eye on monitor three. A couple of college kids were loitering a bit too long beside the lingerie shop. The other monitors all portrayed various scenes from around the shopping center. Husbands waited idly in uncomfortable chairs while their wives tried on various outfits to elicit false compliments from sa...
Author's Note: Nothing too sexual in this chapter. Just a quick intro for an idea to a series. Should it be continued? Let me know what you think. "Hello, my fellow ladies. I'd like to thank each and every single one of you for coming out tonight." Okay, maybe a bit too grand of something to say when there were only nine women there, the speaker included,...
Hi, the name's Gough... Wank Gough! Not as in 'van go', which does sound a bit wanky come to think of it, but as in 'wank off'. I like to think it has resonances of wanking as an art form like how my name-sake Vinny's painting 'Starry night' immortalises my purple nozzled yoghurt spinner cumming like a fountain! What I'm trying to get across is the majest...
Jill stared at him. Frozen to the spot, her heart pounded out a Texas two-step that would tire even the most experienced dancer. She must have heard him wrong, she thought in surprise. "What, Commander?" Her voice sounded needy and unsure even to her own ears and she cursed herself for it. Daniel walked across the yard, carrying his daughter. He stopped bar...