A bit of fantasy dreamed up by a recent innocent, browsing trip to a new shopping mall in Edinburgh, taking a breather from the world famous arts and comedy festival * The odours permeating my extremely sensitive nose were ranging from exotic to milk sweet. The colours were darkest black to not quite, by now, crisp white and housed in delicate silks, lacy...
The night was hot, like her passionate nature. The heat of the midsummer day still seemed to be rising from the ground. The heat of her desire still burned inside her, pure and primal. She felt connected to the earth, relishing its warmth and comfort. She had spent the day making love to him at various places in the forest and meadows, on a carpet of moss...
Chapter 01: Tricking We we're lying in bed when it started, Enjoying those fleeting delicious minutes afterwards when the universe itself is at harmony, and the concerns of an hour ago seem as distant as from the now, as the night sky seemed from the bed. It would vanish all too soon as we both knew, but for the moment, that was the concern of tomorrow, and...
With a snap, the collar fastens around your neck. With a sigh, you let your inhibitions slough away. You no longer bear the burden of decision. Your sole purpose is submission. Your eyes close as you lower your head, your breath coming in deep, but shaky pulls. With a firm, but gentle tug on your leash, you're brought back to reality. Led from the entryway...
I grew up near to and went to university in Brighton on the South Coast of England. It's a 'hip and happening' city with lots going on, a vibrant night life and is often referred to as Britain's San Francisco. I had left at 22 when a job opportunity had me move to Coventry, the polar opposite of cities but the job was great, the pay even better and houses c...
Jeanne drove her Prius through the boringly familiar reaches she traveled every day on her way to work, dropping off her husband, or bringing Cody and Callie to school. The town of Middlesex was typically unremarkable suburban sprawl, so sleepy it could be described as rural. Jeanne was a honey-colored beauty who wore her lush golden brown hair braided with...
She could feel the stares from the other patrons in the small, dark jazz club—she was at least a decade younger than anyone else in the room—when he pulled her towards him for a kiss and squeezed her throat ever so slightly. She could feel the blood rise to her cheeks, embarrassment or pride or arousal, she couldn't decide. He withdrew from the kiss and le...
The Client: "You ever have one of those days. It's beautiful outside, but that somehow just does not make the day any better. That was today. My boyfriend and I got into a huge fight the other night and have not spoken. Shit, what am I saying I haven't seen him, he could be fucking some other bitch. On top of that today the salon has been empty, which blows...
One fine Saturday morning, substitute teacher Mark Cooper lay on the couch, watching a rerun of The Cosby Show. A former professional basketball player turned substitute teacher, the tall and lean, thirty-something black man still looked like he could still play for any number of top notch teams in the NBA. A dream whose time has come and gone, as far as Mar...
"What do you mean, you like bossy Black women?" Victoria Brown said, incredulity all over her lovely face, and she looked at the man seated opposite her as though he had two heads. Markus Clayton smiled and shrugged, then nodded firmly, his soulful brown eyes boring into Victoria's. Well, the brother appeared sincere, this much Victoria could tell. It was a...