A continuing fantasy about white wives accepting and seeking black men in their lives in the town of Hawksville. Created by International writers and editors Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi ****** Chapter 13 The Church of The Black Staff sat on the edge of Hawksville. It had once served as a Baptist Church but facing a continuing drop in attendance, the...
— On The Plane — Emi looked out of the jet plane window. They were over the Philippine sea and there was a clear blue sky. Soon they would land in Taiwan and then take a propeller plane somewhere between Taiwan and the Philippines. Apparently, it was a privately owned island. She thought of home. Or at least, what she used to think of as home. She wondered...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE: My lovely white husband used to be a cook at a nationally-known franchise here in Florida and he came home early from work one day, telling me that he had quit. When I asked why, he told me that an elderly woman had come in and asked if there were any 'niggers' in the kitchen and that she wouldn't eat if anyone Black cooked the food. The ma...
It would be some time before she'd be ready to leave. I took out my IPhone and looked at some pictures of her. When I was a kid, no one would've so confused the functions of phone, camera, and computer. I looked at one of her when she first came to my home outside San Luis Obispo. She stands by the gate in the light California spring rain. The mist makes t...
Originally published in "The Discerning Gentleman's Weekly" Volume IX, number 19 Issue dated April 1st 1896 When I left you at the conclusion of my previous entry, my kind and patient reader, I had debased myself at the hands of my young beguiler, shamed myself more deeply and more completely than I had ever imagined might be possible. I had seen and expe...
Special thanks to KimMarie for her kindness, and Sinsnaps for editing. * I stared mindlessly out the window as I washed the dishes. I felt as if I was encased in the snow that blanketed my view. Cold and immobilized. I heard a sound at the front door that was probably the dog. I was too blue to care, calling out to her "We will sally forth soon, Sally." My...
Edited by michael-leonard Sometimes no matter what we do, things have a way of working out for the best. Prologue: David Richardson slammed his locker door shut; he had just enough time to get to his homeroom before the late bell sounded. Not that he was really worried; after all, it was the last full day of the school year. They just had three half-days...
A romance by Calibeachgirl dedicated to all the veterans All rights reserved, 2012 Thanks to my copy editor estragon, a graduate of the United States Army, Vietnam, class of 1969. Saturday, February 15, 1969 Angelina put her few flowers on the grave and braced herself against the rainy cold wind. He had died on Valentine's Day, destroying the holiday f...
Hi everyone, Average Joe here. This was my original idea that got me into writing, I started it in June of 2018. Firstly, it's far from perfect, I know that, and I'm working on it. Secondly, feedback is always appreciated, flick me an email, drop a comment, let me know how I'm doing. Lastly, this is a fantasy, it does contain sex, but there's 53k words bef...
*Standard Disclaimer: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If that's not your cup of tea please move on. Nothing you may say will change anyone's opinions about the topic. Some of us find attractive women who smoke to be utterly erotic. I am one of them. For those who enjoy my smoking tales, please indulge me as I indulge my other fetish in the way...