It was the night of Darnell's big party, and I was getting ready to play hard. Red cocktail dress, short with a long side slit, the kind of dress that my girlfriends called a "Fuck 'em" dress. I was wearing my black gloss stilettos, red lipstick and no wedding ring. I curled my long blond hair and restrained my rack with an underwire push-up, creating cleava...
This story is completely true and happened exactly as presented. I changed nothing but the names. Good little witch's honor. * It was a hot 3-day weekend in 1979. I think it was the 4th of July. (Ooh, I sounded like Chicago for a minute there.) To take advantage of the time off, our friends decided to have a pig roast. My husband-to-be and his older broth...
How annoying, you think, how she acts like she wants to play but then makes me wait this long to actually get it... definitely not acceptable, and she's gonna pay for the delay. You're standing in the living room, very close to her, and she's obviously having trouble meeting your eyes. Nerves, you wonder? Perhaps a little fear for putting you off this long?...
Charlie and Alan had arrived early at the home they were going to make over and they were getting pretty tired of waiting for Tommy to turn up. Alan showed Charlie the plan for the garden and decided that they could get their parts done while they waited and when Tommy eventually arrived they could then do the bits they needed him to do like the decking an...
Betty applied deep red lipstick to her sensual lips, then checked herself in the mirror. Her shoulder-length, light brown hair was pulled back and the edges were curled softly. She wore just a dusting of rouge to highlight her cheekbones, and enough eyeshadow to accent her soft green eyes; eyes that reflected the all too familiar sadness she'd become accusto...
The drone of Andrew's political views continues as my mind slowly excuses itself from pretending to be interested. I glance at Sarah, we share a knowing look in response to his relentless chatter, which is somehow continuing to capture the attention of the small gathering. House party people are a strange breed. I excuse myself from my company, giving Sara...
It's only been two days and the feeling hasn't gone away; every pleasure filled grunt and moan, the sensation of his hot breath on my neck...it's all still with me in full force. It's only been two days, and yet I've still found myself breaking down and sneaking off to take care of my wanton desires every few hours, each time the memories permeate my mind....
Greetings, folks. I have a story here. There's two good stories in here. It's all about a little domination game between a couple. I wrote this short story to satisfy different tastes. I just wanted to write something different from the usual stuff about bisexual black men. Yes, I am one of them but that doesn't mean my same-gender-loving brothers and sister...
Hidden in the mountains of central Japan, an old, dilapidated Shinto shrine overlooks a forlorn valley. Long since abandoned, only birds and beasts live here, and nothing of value remains for the prospective explorer. If one knew just where to look, however, or had a good dose of luck-- whether good or bad-- one might just find themselves stumbling through a...
Suddenly, an orange blaze flared in your eye. It came from the window; sitting in the convective haze of your poorly air-conditioned apartment, you hadn’t noticed the sun sinking into the lower reaches of the sky. You get up to adjust the curtain, your first real movement in several hours. You had to wait for a delivery to come in on the app. This town could...