THE TIME: January 5, 2001. THE PLACE: The offices of Dr. William Kent, Phd. Dr. Kent was a tall, thin, angular man with the neatly trimmed goatee that is the trademark of his profession. His office was paneled in dark wood, and prominent in front of a wall of bookshelves was a big mahogany desk. Across the room from the desk, three comfortable easy chairs...
College students find all older people aren't fuddy duds. Charles Goodwin sat at the dinner table with his wife Susan, daughter Carol and granddaughter Mackenzie. "I hope you remember you're going with us to our reunion." "Yes, dad. I promised." "I think you'll find some others your age. I hear a few of the men now have young trophy wives. Others may be...
As I work on the 3rd part of this tale, comments may affect how I edit it; so please feel free to provide me with some feedback as well as a vote if you'll be so kind. Gabby's next stop was the local pet clinic. Just the same as with people, Gabby could sense what animals felt, and she was more than strong enough to heft as much weight as any boy her age....
I'm fucked. How I got to this point is not exactly a mystery. I've made several really bad decisions over the past two months and I have no earthly idea how I'm going to get out of this. First, a little background. My name is Mark Mackenzie and I'm an Associate Professor in the Humanities at a reasonably well-known midwestern university. I'm 42 years o...
It was Monday morning. I arrived at my rented South London office space just after ten in the morning. One of the perks of being self-employed is that there's no one to give you a bollocking if you turn up late. Business had been a little slow lately, and I only had a little bit of filing, and to chase up a few outstanding payments I was owed. I'm a private...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 7—Strategies "You're kidding, of course!" Bob Jackson sneered as Nathan winced as they sat together in the closed-door office. "It all seemed so innocent at the time—it still does in a way," Nathan answered. "I never saw this coming, Bob." "I know, I know!" a tired Jackson sat back in his chair and sighed deeply. "So you we...
Davariel kissed the top of Devon's head through the hood that covered him from everyone's view. He held his son, although he was securely strapped onto his chest, while Luciel carried Lucien, who tended to be fussier. The soft grey hood on Davariel's own head covered him well, but he was still nervous. The thought of what would happen if anyone were to gaze...
I'm trying as desperately as possible to get these to you quickly, but you know how life is. Still--here it is in all its glory--chapter 14! Please let me know what you think. I'm really looking forward to writing the next few chapters. It looks like we're getting closer and closer to figuring out just exactly what is going on. Leave comments--tell me what y...
Summary: Slut and black husband submit to white men and women. Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. Note 2: This is part eight of a multi-chaptered story: In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth,...
Det. Angus Leary looked at the evidence spread out on his desk before him, he had reviewed it again and again, but something was just not right. He was baffled, everything pointed to it being a positive match; the height, the weight, hair color, eye color and the fact that there was no other missing persons fitting this description anywhere in the area. Yet...