Writing a story that fell into the 'exhibitionist and voyeur' category went over so well here (and turned me on so much as well) that I can't help but try another, despite not having finished that other story yet. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did when it came to me. ~A (Feedback please!) ***** James picked up the phone with his usual 'Hullo?' that ma...
With a frustrated sigh, Keely shut the bathroom door and banged her head lightly on it. "Stupid." she thought over and over. There was no getting away from the facts though, she was as aroused as she'd ever known and needed relief. With trembling-sweating palms she fumbled through her purse for her keys and un-clipped her keychain vibrator at the third attem...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Author's note: This story is set about a century back in rural India. There are some Hindi words spread throughout the text...
Life never goes the way you think it is going to go. Sometimes it is for the worse and sometimes it is for the better. It is just one of those things that you have to be fluid with. You can plan and try to figure out all the details but chances of life sticking to that plan you made are not very likely in my experience. So first and foremost my name is Broo...
Her hand shook as she reached for the cold metal door knob of the coffee house. The unusual Memphis winter had brought snow earlier in the day. The cold appeared to have been collected in this one door handle and it scalded her hand with it's fiery coldness through her gloves. Lydia was more nervous than she had ever been in most of her life. As the door s...
The good Black man, the one so many Black women say they've given up on finding, does he really exist? I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Jacob Voltaire and I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Haitian immigrant parents. My folks, Antoine and Magdalene Voltaire moved to provincial Alberta from their hometown of Port-De-Paix, Repu...
DON'T LET THE DOLEDRUMS FOOL YOU Tempting Goodness for Outdoor Meals, boasted the advertisement. Vera studied the package for margarine with big gray eyes. It gave her ideas, but then she remembered that time in April. She had prepared Jell-o topped with whipped cream in a bowl and had waited for Jim to come to his bed. Once he appeared, coming out from his...
Regular readers know this. You who are new to me don't. But these stories are mostly true. The story and what happened and how I felt is true. The dialog is how I remember it, but you and I both know that memory is faulty when it comes to dialog. My name really IS Charlotte and Paul's name really is Paul and yes, we really live in the Richmond, Virginia area...
Sunset Beach, on the North Shore of Oahu in the Hawaiian Islands, is home of the world famous Pipeline. The most talented, experienced surfers come from all over the planet to test themselves against its high rolling breakers. This beach also attracts surf bums, renegades and locals who like to party here. It's a wonderful swimming beach too; white coral sa...
The foggy blues and greens in the smoky club transformed to a brilliant wash of pure light over the stage where three Asian girls came to life. The music lifted to a throb of Japanese trance and many secret eyes watched the beauty of sex unfold. Dressed in strategically torn rags the girls touched and kissed each other, small grunts and moans drifting throug...