The kitchen was warm and the smell of cooking wafted to where Devilbliss slept. Kane had laid her down in a wicker basket as she slept off the sedative. Devilbliss stirred. Disorientated she sat up in the basket. She shifted slightly, trying to ease the discomfort of her limbs. Her hair was a mess and her mouth was very dry. Startled, she looked around at he...
Meet Bass, which is short for Bashir Malong, a six-foot-seven, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome man originally from the nation of South Sudan. Bashir is definitely more than he seems, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. A lot of people, upon meeting the tall, handsome brother with the deep voice, wonder if he's some sort of professional athlete, and Ba...
She stands in the middle of the room, back straight, head up, soft brown curls stroked with amber and honey falling down across her neck and shoulders. This woman knows she is wanted, knows she is beautiful, there is a strength and a pride in her, a fierceness, raw and visceral. The leather wraps her body like a lovers embrace, each nuance and curve of her...
The Big House Brothel is home to some of the nastiest freaks on the planet. Some of the worst elements that humanity has to offer is in this place. Some have argued that it needs to be closed down. Yet since a judge agreed that community standards had changed since old times, this hellish establishments where human beings go to exploit or to be exploited con...
To Our Dear Readers, As always thank you for you kind words of encouragement. This is a continuation of our story. Please comment, all will be answered. Kindest regards, C&L ~~*~~ Chapter 3. In taxi back to the hotel, I played gently with Isabelle's hair. Just running my hands through it. We were discussing quietly what we had discovered, and Isabell...
Camilla did move out of her mother's home (Camilla's parents had divorced when she was six). Now that she was making lots of money as a lap-dancer, she could easily afford her own apartment. Furthermore, she and a friend shared the rent. In fact, she'd been looking for a place a few weeks before the fight with her mother. The day after she turned eighteen, s...
My name is Eric Musevini. I'm a tall, good-looking young man of African-American and Italian descent. Six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular, with light bronze skin, curly black hair and pale green eyes. That's me in a nutshell. What do I love doing? Oh, many things. I love walking through the park. Watching good clean shows on television. Eating Ice Cr...
This is my first submission ever. Tell me what you think! All characters within the story are over 18. ***** "Wake up, Roland! They're going to leave soon!" Mother's call woke me from a deep sleep. It was easy to get lost in boredom in the small town of Nochez, in the middle of the great woods. The tavern was the only thing around, and when you were tir...
Meet Sylvester Jean-Pierre. At first glance, the five-foot-ten, chubby and dark-skinned Haitian guy looks fairly mundane. Educated at the University of Ottawa, Sylvester works for Nav-Canada as a software engineer. Just another government worker walking around downtown Ottawa, Ontario. While seemingly little more than a glorified geek who nevertheless makes...
Time: 10 Days before Ch. 1. Place: A Roadside Bar somewhere in Virginia o-o-o-o-o-o The Joy of the Hunt Chapter 0 - Prequel (Meant to be read after chapter 4, but if you start here - no harm no foul) Featured song; Sweet Child o' Mine, recorded and written by Guns'n'Roses (Writers; Axl Rose, Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan, Steven Adler) *-*-*-*-*-...