The lives of rich and powerful people are never boring. Especially if you're the help. They don't notice you but you notice everything. Take my word for it, I've worked in this field for thirty years. Just your humble but wise and somewhat worldly janitor. My name is Alistair Belleview, and I'm a sixty-two-year-old Black male living in Washington D.C.. I've...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to Walter from Southern California. * Ruth confesses the sexual affair she had with Jack, Jay's older friend and neighbor. The final leg and the culmination of a long, tiring trip home from Japan, Jay's taxi drove down his street and neared his house. A quiet street with a lot...
Serena Williams, the world-famous African-American athlete, multi-millionaire and savvy businesswoman is now the Queen of the Down Low Sisterhood of Hollywood. Yeah, just like she ran the world of women's professional tennis, she now runs the Sisterhood. The top secret organization which caters to the needs of sexy, powerful lesbian and bisexual women in Tin...
Lucy was now kneeling in a row of three beautiful young women. Each with their legs spread and hands placed on their thighs awaiting orders as Nathaniel walked along the row as if inspecting his flock. With his feet he pushed Lucy's thighs apart just a tad further, "That's better Lucy and keep your back straight." Lucy adjusted her posture looking straight...
The name is Sammy. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, sixty-something Black man living in Washington D.C. For thirty five years, I've been a part of the White House janitorial staff. You won't believe the things I've seen and done in my time. Presidents of the United States of America come and go but the staff is one of the few constants in the White House....
"Jean Meredith." That is what it said on the name plate sitting my new desk. The lettering was an Old English style. It was the first name plate I had ever had. Of course, this was my first job: the new junior reporter for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper. The newspaper office is on the second floor of an old building in downtown Hemmingsburg. It was not th...
There was a 'clicking' noise as the television was turned on. Slowly, the blurry fuzz of black and white static started to focus in on an image. It was a cheap-looking television studio, like those used in the late night infomercials, complete with what looked to be a studio audience. A grinning man with a toothy smile and greasy, slicked bad black hair app...
Sensually sadistic, The DOMicile is a theme restaurant in a tucked-away alley deep in the northwest corner of Washington D.C. The restaurant's expensive fare is only outweighed by its disturbing décor and unorthodox service. In a richly textured atmosphere of low lighting, black velvet furnishings and rich crimson carpet, The DOMicile caters exclusively to...
The aliens themselves were pretty excited when they discovered our planet. The more they analysed our living, moving, fornicating bodies going about our daily lives, the more they knew our bodies would be the perfect safe haven for their species. Growing their numbers after the near extinction on Betron 5, their last remaining planet, was paramount to any of...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Defenders, or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Karen Page was standing outside of the apartment of Claire Temple, trying to work up the courage to knock. Last time she was here she didn't know what she was getting herself into, but now she knew she was here to Netflix and...