Thank you Wingedangel for editing. ***** I was a bit of a late bloomer in the bedroom compared to many of my friends. By the time I hit eighteen I had yet to do more than caress an ass, and kiss a girl with tongue. Luckily for me I was not the only one in my social circle that had not bedded someone of the opposite sex at that age. While our friends spok...
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my real Mistress. She instructed me to create the work below for her entertainment. I am not capable of denying her anything, so here it is. ***** A soft, pastel pink hue cascades across my room, with small, razor-thin lines of shadow cutting through. The early morning sunshine has finally found the time to shine t...
The City of Montreal reminds me of home, for numerous reasons. Quebec is about as different from West Africa as can be, but with so many dark-skinned faces all around me, I feel at home. It's not easy being an African man in this world, and it's even harder to be an African blood sucker. I'm back in town after a long hiatus, and came home to the aftermath of...
The next morning Martha awakened at 8 AM, Hal was already outside continuing with the repairs around the house, He is feeling better, but still couldn't work full time at his regular occupation as the doctors won't release him. The Doctor telling him on his last visit, "You may not be able to return to your construction occupation ever, as it is too strenu...
Netta Thorbold made her way up the stairs to the studio. She had agreed to sit for a young artist. 'Sorry, I'm a bit late,' she said as she came in the door, 'but we've been busy at the shop.' The studio, or rather Felix Appleby's bedsitter, was large and bare, with grey walls, on which were pinned the studies he had done. It was a pleasant room with two w...
There were only thirty six of them left. Well thirty five as one was the dark council's champion. The fact that they were freakishly strong compared to the rest that he had faced here wasn't lost on him either. Alan watched as the last of the ash or dust blew away the remnants of the last one of the five he had faced. Shaking his head he had to admit once th...
It was late spring so the days were starting to get nice and warm but the evenings were still in the low 40's. My wife Tricia had been bugging me to take her and our three kids camping ever since the weather started to get nice. Our three kids, two boys and one girl were ages 7, 9 and 11. Kyle and Andrew were 7 and 9 and our daughter Kasey was 11. At 34 my...
Just About 30 Examples This is a far from complete list and is listed pretty much in the order I personally read or watched or became aware of. 1. Le Morte d'Arthur - King Arthur and Guinevere. King Arthur ultimately dies because of Guinevere and Lancelot's betrayal. (See my essay: "What I Learned from Anony" for a detailed analysis.) 2. The Detective (19...
The doorbell rang me out of my nap in my La-Z-Boy on a Friday evening, and I noticed my wife Traci still wasn't in her usual spot on the sofa in the den. So instead of Traci going to the door and me continuing to sleep, I had to put the recliner upright and get the door myself. Heading to the door, I noticed through the window that police lights were flashi...
I don't know how it happened, but it did—quite a fucking surprise. Sex in the graveyard! Hell Yea, that's right—down and dirty with the dead! Not in my wildest dreams was I expecting what was coming! I'll tell you how it all started! My wife and I was stuck in a rut. That's when I bought the Harley. After being told no by her about a hundred times, I did it...