Part 2 - The Bones of the Victorian In the late afternoon, sunlight filtered by redwood branches fell across my desk in Connie's attic room. A dozen pages of ruled yellow paper lay in a half circle across the desk. I had a strange writing style in which the major ideas and dialog were captured in longhand. The next day, I would spend an hour or two typing i...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
*If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong side* (Thank you frontma for the edit. It is appreciated) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) Day One (It's a What?!?) My first day of college began with a six a.m...
Many thanks to the amazing Annanova for editing this latest chapter. She rocks! Seriously! © 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "I still can't believe you're here," I whispered as I held her close. "It's a little hard for me to believe too," she sighed in contentment, her head resting on my shoulder, eyes closed. Ann and I had done all t...
Chapter 30 Sigourney It was Marco Abernathy, the huge, by that I mean, tall, and I mean he was a 6' 10" basketball player who had made All America Honorable Mention last year that persuaded me to go to the fraternity party. I like to party, don't get me wrong. But this type party usually sucks. It turned out I was right about that, but I'll always be grat...
The nightmares started my first night alone in Paris. I'd been fine the four days I'd spent with Malcolm, Becca, Darryl, and Ginger in London. But that was due in part to the fact that I'd had the girls in the room with me. I was forever in Becca's debt for suggesting the sleeping arrangements be changed so I didn't have to get a room by myself. I knew each...
Author's note: The main character in this story has a LOT of sex with various white women. It's almost comical. Most of the scenes are alluded to or hinted at. The scene with the main characters is obviously written out. Ladies if you'd like to read more of his adventures with white women, fantasizing you were one of them or fellas if you'd like to live vi...
Author's note: Here we go again with a short romance of roughly 15k words. Have fun and please don't forget to vote or even make my day with a comment, be it positive or critical but please be polite. My thanks go to my editors. Stattion for his help to make the storyline consistent and fluent and Joffa for his spelling, grammar and punctuation expertise....
Prologue Thunder echoed across the land as Betty screamed my name with joy. Overpowering the storm as bliss turned her into a feral animal. As I fucked her with all my might, I felt her strong legs pulling me towards her. Forcing me to go deeper and harder into her tight moisten cunt. As I stared into Betty's brown eyes, I found nothing but joy filling he...
When we came back from Sardinia... well, nothing more happened. I mean, nothing noticeable, for a while. A normal life. Really, nothing despicable, just normal. He worked, I took care of the house. It was not heavy, for me: I had wanted it. Before we arrived in Italy, he had suggested me to find a job, and not as anyone. He had some relatives at the univer...