Chloe was not the kind of girl who identified as a tomboy. The term didn't make sense. She certainly wasn't a boy. So what if she had no girl friends, hadn't worn a dress since she was twelve, and avoided nail polish like the plague? It didn't make her any less female. But Chloe had learned long ago that, no matter how she thought of herself, to the rest of...
********* CHAPTER 5 ********* ANOTHER DAY OF travelling only made Anári more grateful for her own fate. As much as she missed Marwena, she was much better off with the trolls. Grateful her friend had talked her out of it, she recalled her plan to set out on her own to find a better place somewhere down the road. It was quickly becoming obvious that such a...
Darkness. "It's all my fault," the voice her childlike version said, looking at happy memories of a father that was no more. "I could have saved him," the voice of her adult version agreed. "Had he only listened to me." "I could have saved him," the voice of her current version spat out. "If only I had killed them all like the ruthless dogs they were." D...
I woke up suddenly, jerking up from my spot on the floor. I looked around and tried to piece what had happened together. I was at Samantha's house. I pulled myself up from the couch. I was naked, naked, and in Samantha's home. It started to come to me slowly. It was Sunday, and I had volunteered to help Samantha take out some of her old furniture to the fro...
Margo Needy was having another rough night sleeping. It had been a week since her son Elliot had gone off to study in Paris. With only texts to go on Margo's prodigal son was having the time of his life, even mastering the French language. Not to mention he had already set his sights on a cute French student, even though he shared no info on the girl at all,...
This is the latest of Amie's adventures with black men. This happened last fall and due to being very busy, I am just now getting around to posting this: It had been awhile since she had fucked Jackson after she had danced in a strip club. She had repeatedly expressed to me that she wanted to have some fun with another black man or men and she had more than...
I think men share their wives because they believe women are natural fucking machines; their cunts have more stamina than our cocks. Why fuck her and fall to sleep out of exhaustion when you can double the fun watching your wife being fucked by other cocks? Men view sex as a spectator sport. There is something ultra wicked about a wife fucking her husband'...
[This was my first story, which I posted a few years ago and which was deleted by a computer glitch last summer. A couple of people have asked that I repost it, so here it is.] * "So what do you think of the neighbors?" I asked. My parents' neighbors, to be perfectly accurate. Molly and I were house-sitting while my parents were in Europe, and I'd just ta...
"Well, that was awkward," Sarah said, blowing out her cheeks in relief as she and Kat left the Italian restaurant. "Pub?" It had been kind of their boss to take them out to dinner to thank them for meeting their targets, but conversation had been stilted and both felt they could use a stiff drink to ease the tension. Over a vodka and tonic in The Harbour th...
My wife, Ellie, began to get restless about eighteen months after the birth of our second child. Our friend, Charles, was engaged. He had ended his import/export business so rarely visited. Robert was engaged. I suspected Ellie rarely saw him except when we met him and his fiancé for dinner or at the occasional party. Frank and Liz had divorced and each had...