** Originally submitted as darkeyeddemon while I lived on the east coast of Florida ** This story is not at all what my readers have come to expect. It was initially written entirely for myself, and long after its' writing it comes to serve a new purpose. I lost a nephew this past Tuesday June the 3rd 2003. He committed suicide, and that makes my black old...
My wife Kate and I have been married for about 15 years we have 2 daughters, about 4 years after the birth of our second daughter I had a vasectomy. Kate is 27 years old; she has been taking classes in belly dancing for about 8 years. She goes once a week, during term time and has performed a few times at local events. Kate is about 5' 5" tall, she is a curv...
As a black man dressed in dark clothes, Jerome was nearly invisible as he slinked around in the darkness outside of the palatial farmhouse estate. The nearest neighbor was miles away, there were no lights on outside. It was the perfect place to slink around peering into windows, if that was your kind of thing. So far the house had been perfect for peeping, t...
It is not surprising that so many stories—adventure, comic and creepy—have been written about the railways and railway stations. We have the delightful "The Railway Children' by E Nesbit; then there are Arthur Conan Doyle's stories about the master detective Sherlock Holmes, which would just not be the same without the call for a 'Special'; and one of Dicke...
I left the house in the afternoon and caught the train at York Station for the first leg of my trip to Paris. I was going to travel by the Eurostar and was very excited by the prospect of adventure that lay before me. Not only was I going to be visiting a city I'd never been to be before there was also the obvious opportunity for some wild sexual adventures...
I was at Steve's place having a beer and a chat; I heard the front door open, and the voices of Steve's wife Judy and daughter Becky came in. They had been out to measure up some things in a flat that Becky had bought. Both came in and I stood up to say hi, I receive the usual kiss on the cheek, and hug from Judy and then from Becky as well, as she said, ju...
Longs legs in heavy boots were crushing branches in the snow. Two travelers covered in warm cloaks were arriving at their destination. The big gates of the town could be seen despite the snowy fog. Soon they will have finished their journey, and be separated. "Here we are Rose. This is the town I was talking about. I need to find someone in this town, befor...
PROLOGUE The Dreamtime--that gap between what is and what was--is a space where "being" is an eternal, all-at-once state. In the Dreamtime, the past is the future and the future, past. All of what is, what has been and will be meets here. It is where souls reside before becoming and it is the place to which souls return upon ceasing. It is the space to whic...
Please, don't judge me; I'm just a very warm person with her physical needs who do something with it. I'm a fat black old woman, in a few weeks becoming 62 and divorced 14 years ago. It was a hard time, after a marriage for 23 years I was abandoned for another woman by my husband. Never expected it and it took a some time to recover from it. My marriage wa...
A fat black old woman story: seven steps is a short way for rewarding. I want to share my story because I did not expect at my age to find a (young) lover and experience such delight in it (may it last forever!). The first step: "Well, I accepted my new job in New York and he didn't want give up his to move with me, so I've ended our relationship." With t...