Frank was unfazed by the heat waves off of Interstate 95. It was mid August and about 110 degrees in the upper state of Georgia. He'd rather be in his cab, listing to the southern drawl of country music with the cool air of the air conditioner blowing on him rather than out there. He had a easy job and he knew it. It beat sitting in an office, having ric...
Sharlet the cook wiped her plump hands on her apron and smiled at the tall man who stood waiting at the hatch. "Good morning, Ruan!" she beamed. "And what would you like to eat today?" Ruan flicked a lock of black hair from his brow and bowed in greeting. "Good day to you, Mistress Sharlet. I am hoping you might have some fresh prawns for sale." The cook...
Dr. Trotsky checked his patient one more time. She was primed. It was the fifth nymphomaniac he had the pleasure to work with. The research was being done for a very private client who had too much money to spend, and a penchant for sexual sadism. The proposal for research was very simple: A nymphomaniac would be selected and he or she would be starved sexua...
Hey guys! So here is chapter 8... I gotta say I got sucked into this one. I was researching away and found the most moving images and it kinda just moved me to write. If you're interested in seeing those images, let me know and I'll post a link in a comment. And chapter 8 got to be so long that I decided to break it up into 2 chapters. So I'm finishing up...
Jerry Pemberton adjusted his green apron after setting out the onions. He was feeling pretty good. At nineteen, Jerry was pretty much running the produce department of the market while Ollie Anderson, the Produce Manager, sat in the back watching football on his portable T.V. Jerry was earning money, saving up to go to school in the Fall, and he had the hott...
Author's Note: I give people the option of sending me feedback because I like knowing when someone likes my work. I also welcome suggestions for ways that I may improve my writing style and I have employed some of the suggestions over the years. I appreciate everyone that takes the time to read my work whether they take the time to send me feedback or not....
Note: After spending that wonderful day with Patricia Neighbors that I shared with you in my last story, I soon found myself watching and fantasizing about white women like never before. I couldn't bring myself to ask them out, but they were never far from my thoughts. Even when I would be on a date with a black woman I was always thinking and dreaming of th...
A male and a female demon stood within the circle etched before the raised dais. Belzar and Mintai stood before the black & smokey apparition, their horns on their heads bowed to the appropriate level. "We are here at your command, Great Lord," they said in unison. The apparition began to glow red deep within its bowels. "Peer into the glass," it said w...
Our laughter spilled out onto West 47th Street as we untangled ourselves from the cab and headed toward the lobby door. Water cascaded onto and off the glass ceiling above as we trundled through the street lobby and piled onto the elevator, suddenly enveloped by the trademark electronica music that the W Hotel has seeping from every speaker in the hotel. "T...
Ever since I could remember, I've always had a thing for black guys, and it's not an easy thing for an Arab woman to admit. The family in which I grew up is profoundly racist, although they would deny it to no end if queried on the subject. There isn't supposed to be any racism in Islam, that's the fairy tale being preached in every Masjid from Yemen to Leba...