I'm trying a couple things differently with this one. One, shorter chapters. Two, deeper stories and more developed characters. As always, let me know what you think. Except for grammatical errors. I do care about those, but once the story is up, there is nothing I can do about it. ***** Tim As I pulled into the parking space outside of my apartment, I sa...
At 10 minutes past 7, I heard the soft knock at the door. As I stood from the sofa and walked across the sitting area of the small suite I smiled at the perfect timing of her arrival. She must know the effect that even 10 minutes of additional anticipation has on me. I must struggle not to show the overpowering desire I have. I open the door and Marla is an...
My mother and father were arguing about money again. That seemed to be all they ever did. When I finally turned 18 a few months ago they seemed to stop trying to hide these arguments from me and now my life is just watching them argue. “He doesn’t pay me enough! there’s nothing I can do!” “You can go down there and ask him for a raise! He knows you have a fa...
First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, submissive woman. My stories are memories of a kinky life. I am still in the lifestyle. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7...
The first of March meant that Spring was just a few weeks away. As a caretaker for a small apartment complex, my most satisfying duty was preparing the flower gardens. This means trimming away all the dead stems and mixing fertilizer with the soil. It wasn't until March 17th when I was able to actually start planting for then the temperatures on southcentral...
Mid-morning and Elise was seated in the kitchen waiting for her fresh-brewed coffee to percolate. The aroma was powerful and filled the kitchen and leaked all over the house. Lisa was upstairs fixing the bathrooms and Jacques was as usual down at the office in Central. Was that a cat mewing from somewhere outside? Elise opened the kitchen door and the mewi...
Chapter 3 - the interview Lacy started reading a book she'd wanted to explore for a while, and I wanted a little time topside, so she allowed me to get dressed (shorts, t-shirt, lace thong underwear - can't have everything 'normal'). I sat on the foredeck for a bit, just looking at the maritime traffic, the coast, and enjoying the sun. Having had time in...
Meet Joseph Marc Antoine, a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Joseph is a brother with something of a dilemma. Lots of brothers have a predilection for chasing White women, and that's far from uncommon. Still, Joseph's situation is fairly unique. He doesn't like today's lively, fearless and outgoing young White women w...
When Jerry arrived home the place was dark. No one was there. He sat and waited up for her, but no Loren. He made himself a drink, half expecting his wife, along with her sultry mood, but no Loren. He realized she was pissed for some reason, but this seemed a little too extreme. And by the evening of day two he had begun to miss her. He might have worried...
Dear Diary, Diary, these past two days have been perhaps the most eventful, wonderful, sinful, and liberating days of my life. Where to even start, my heart is still pumping with the excitement of it all. I can hardly think straight. It started this Friday night, when mother and father informed me that they would be departing for several days to pay a visit...