It's 1963 and you have a party to go to. It's been a tough day at the Acme Diversified Product Corp. and you are planning on keeping it simple. You are wearing a dark gray, three-button, center vent, and high waisted suit and you don't plan to change. Accessories include a pair of wing tips, a skinny black tie with the official company clip and a white cotto...
A/N: I hope you're all doing well. These chapters contain no sex, but there's still quite a bit of action and some plot progression. To any new readers: Hi there! Thank you for checking out this story. I know my first 5/6 chapters aren't the strongest, but if you could find the will to get through them, I think you'll grow to like the story. Trigger w...
My name is Marquis Monteiro, and I'm a big and tall Black man living in the City of Brockton, State of Massachusetts. I am of Cape Verdean descent, which explains my light brown skin and pale green eyes. I consider myself Black, though most people assume that I am biracial because of my skin and eye color. Even though us Cape Verdeans have been in Massachuse...
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world – thesoundandfury. And check out his new novel – Models and Super Spies. Thanks Ken, not only for your editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapter 9: The Catwalk. From a security perspective, Sandra Wilson's apartment was perfect. Yea...
Erica sat at her desk at work exhausted from the long hours she has been working. She had been working on a huge health insurance deal that would send her career in the right direction. She fell back into her desk chair and brought both hands to her face rubbing her eyes sucking in air and letting out an exaggerated exhale. She thought to herself how little...
Warning* If you're a person easily offended by sexual acts in relation to religious figures and places of worship, it might be a good idea to skip this story. ***** My name's Lance Longwood. I'm a former 'kick ass' cop. For nearly ten years I hunted down the bad guys and sent their asses to jail. I loved my job but the pay was shitty, so in order to com...
This is not a good hockey story. If you want a really good hockey story, read SA Penn Lady or MugsyB ("The true North, strong and free"). This story was written because it hurts if I don't write it, and also so I don't have to write any more of Ch 2 of "A New Birth of Freedom". Any excuse will do. This story has homophobic and anti-Semitic language, which mi...
Tuesday evening led Brit to the far side of town. She was forced to ride a bicycle she hadn't rode in two years. Spotting the old water tower at the edge of town left few choices as to which home belonged to Burt Pomroy. The three stall garage confirmed it. That and the beefy pair of Rottweiler's behind a tall chain link fence. Their barking made her nervous...
(Continuing the letter to the Dark Knight regarding the claiming of the Dark Damsel and the Adventure of the Metahuman Sex Slave Ring. Based on reader feedback, I give you what many readers DESPERATELY want to have happen to Anaxandros...be warned.) * * * * * About this time it dawned on me that I could use a really, really big gun. Down the hall from my...
I gazed out my window at the Atlanta skyline, staring at nothing in particular, just wishing I were somewhere else other than here. I was still feeling the familiar pangs of longing gnaw at my belly, joined in harmony with the growls from my missed appointment with breakfast. I was too busy running on the fast track of my career path that I no longer had t...