The black stretch limousine bearing the plates of a U.S. senator eased around the traffic circle at the center of Temperance Hill. Sen. Helene Falkland picked up the limo's intercom to buzz her chauffeur. "Use the bank president's parking space," Helene said. "He's expecting me." The chauffeur nodded, glancing in the rear view mirror. She was beautiful. T...
Forgive me, Dear Reader, for I have sinned. Again. It has been several days since my last confession, and my depravity weighs heavy on my soul, I must unburden myself. Hopefully, through you, I will find redemption. But I have my doubts. Gasoline. Grease. Diesel. Fresh cut lumber. Exhaust. These smells turn me on. These are, to me, inherently *male* smel...
This is my first story. Please let me know if you like this format. Please remember to vote and to leave a comment. Julie Naha was 28 years old and was 5'7". She had dark brown hair that was long and framed her face. She had brown eyes, a small nose, and medium lips. Her body wasn't too muscular but she was fit because of her activities. Her breast was a...
Once upon a time, long ago, there was a beautiful maiden. In all of the lands, there was not a woman who lived, more beautiful. So benevolent was this woman, that her kindness stretched to the four corners of the world. Kings, and Queens came to her, to show their gratitude for her simply being alive. The maiden was called Divinity Mundane, and for all of t...
Sofia and I went back to the gazebo exactly one week later, to the hour. One of the same couples was there. So was a man sitting alone, casually, with his arms back on the rails, smoking a cigarette. He said hi in a friendly way. He was in his 30s, not bad looking, with a mane of curly hair. We greeted the others knowingly but discreetly. The presence of t...
~Fifth Night~ Ex Machina The foreign gentleman's name was Providence, and he had a knack for younger women. One might wonder as to how the combination of his short frame, a slightly too large nose and the receding hairline did not only not compromise his attraction for the fairer sex, but actually increased it. Amongst female circles a thinker's brow was se...
Brakes squealed loudly in the thick, evening fog as Melody pulled into the antiquated gas station. A simple red flickering 'open' sign buzzed and ticked inside the small attendant booth nearby. An old woman, fat and weathered from the sun and her age was inside, bent eagerly over local scandal magazine. Melody stepped from her black Mercedes. Her pumps thre...
Darkness. And thus it begins. As it begins every night. Alone. Always alone. I can smell her stir in the room next to mine. I can hear her cry in bloody streams. I know she wants me. I can feel the heat from her loins from where I wake. But this she'll never have. I'm not one to tame. I draw the curtains back. It's still vaguely light outside, remnants of t...
My name is Jay Saint Guillaume. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The story that I'm about to tell you is one hundred percent true. Of course many will doubt me because that's what doubters do. I don't give a shit. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. Oh, by the way, I'm also a vampire. Just thought you sh...
November 5, 2003 19 year old Jake got off the bus in Times Square with his older friend Aideen Higgs, known otherwise as Kandikorn, a stripper in Tunstall, the village that housed Jake's college. "Now I'm going to give you the experience that you've been waiting for, Jake." Aideen said this, smiling. "You're going to pay for dating and ditching all those t...