Clarence and I have a general rule. It's not written in stone or anything, but he's made it pretty clear. Anytime I'm in his home, I'm subservient to him first and then every other black man in his place. It had never really come in to play in the time I'd known him until this incident. For the most part, Clarence is always there when I'm there so the idea...
This is an original work of fiction. While some facts are from my real life, all people in these sorties are fictional. All copyrights and rules are enforced. As this is my first released work, comments are strongly encouraged to my email or by attaching comments to this story. I suggest you read the entire story as a whole for continuity. * I guess I w...
While submitting this story the first time an error occurred which omitted the first paragraph, for those of you who read it the first time it may make a bit more sense now. * Lorraine, Now that our divorce is final, and the two order's, one for none harassment, and the other, effectively gagging me from saying anything about you, have both elapsed, it no...
The dark-coated Wolf wandered through the forest, if such nightly prowls could truly be considered wanderings. It had been ten years since The Fall. The Zombie plague came, wiping out ninety percent of the world's population. Ten percent of seven point one billion is still a lot of people, some would say. Of course, those who would say that are without a dou...
This story has a bit of truth to it, but it did not quite happen the way I tell it below, but I can always wish, right? None of the names are true and this is totally fiction. Thanks Sunny for your suggestions! ***** Retirement wasn't all it was cracked up to be! I really began to miss the day-to-day events of going to the office and inter-acting with my c...
It's a Wednesday in October, early morning, somewhere in the northwest area of Las Vegas, Nevada. The setting is a home, the arena is the living room area. There are several Spectators to watch the action that is about to unfold, seated on the couches and chairs that line the walls of the large living room. The Contestants in today's Pissing Contest emerge f...
I want something. But I don't know what. Do men ever have this problem? Probably not. Ice cream? Pizza? Cookies and milk? Certainly nothing "healthy" for a midnight snack. Of course even though I just spent $150 on groceries, there is nothing in the house to eat. DAMMIT. I'll never get to sleep if I don't find something to rid myself of this craving....
The Photo Album Ch. 04 Please read Chapters 1–3 before this next section. Midnight Snack Photo 1 Establishing shot: instead of kneeling on the floor or bench, or sitting in the chair, the debased MILF we're calling S. stands for the first time, her toned tanned arms stretched widely above her head and cuffed to a bar. Her long buffed legs are also attach...
This is a dd/lb relationship story, so Max is 19 years old. ***** Liam's POV Liam had a lucky feeling in his gut when he walked into the auction room. Tonight, Goodfree Auction House for Littles was auctioning off their best selection of new littles that had come seeking shelter and a caregiver. They had been assessed to make sure that they really were li...
I was sitting alone and quite depressed after the first snowfall that reminds me too much of Diana. The snow was beginning to felt fast later on that day, while I sit in my tiny trailer house mourning with a shot glass in hand and a smoke hanging from my dry rosy lips and pondering over the lose of my true love three long months ago. I wasn't ready to star...