Three days after Tiffany made him ejaculate inside her, Simon now finds himself waiting outside the door to her house. She apologized to him yesterday and said that she would like to treat him to some coffee and see if she could get to know him better. He was quite angry at her for the first twenty-four hours after what she did, but is now calmer, figuring that if he doesn't agree she can get upset and take it out on Sash...

Kiara stood at the front door of the one-story building, ready to make the leap of faith to enter the industry. She knocked on the door of the grey brick building. It looked as if it used to be an old rental place or even a flipped house.  As the door opened, she felt her anxiety well up inside of her. In front of the open door was a pale white guy with red hair. He wasn’t paying much attention to her as he was looking do...

Two hours later, the house was booming with excitement. The house was packed with people from college friends to acquaintances and music industry snoops just looking for a party. The guests ranged from dancing in the living room with drinks in hand to sitting by the fire roasting marshmallows to tipsy skinny-dipping poolside. The music was blasting through giant speakers. A mixologist stayed by the bar shaking and preppin...

Cypher was the name on everyone's lips. The lyricist who knew his way around a mic. He went from the underground to the mainstream in under two years. His voice, lyrics, and persona took the world by storm. He stuck to the classic looks of 90’s rappers with oversized hoodies, sweats, baggy jeans, gold chains and whatever new sneakers were popular. Meanwhile, his music ranged from club bangers to lyrics that spoke to the s...

She was waiting to see him. Her breath caught in her throat as she walked through the sterile prison halls. This wasn’t the main compound, where the prisoners were kept. This was a special building made specifically for...visitation. Conjugal visits are commonplace around the world but not in the United States. Only five states maintain the right of conjugal visitation, believing that prisoners were “unredeemable”. She di...

“You know, like I just miss us? She’s always busy and tired. Mhmm.” Alana could be heard on the phone from a mile away, but Kiandra knew it was especially because she wanted to be heard. She’s not even a loud talker generally, probably in a petty mood. "Yeah... She coming in now. If you say so, bye." Coming through the door now slightly annoyed, Kiandra sighed knowing she was complaining to her best friend again. She knew...

The first part of Simone that Ray saw were her toes.  He looked over from his digging to the edge of the pit, and there they were—brown, perfectly formed, and decorated with purple nail polish—in flip-flops.  Not cheap Walmart flip-flops but nice leather ones from a high-end department store. Ray looked up.  The sun was directly over her head, so he only saw a shapely silhouette in a summer dress, large sunglasses, and a...

 "Almost there guys," I said as I looked into the back seat. My two Malamute dogs looked back at me. I hated seeing them like this, cooped up in the back seat of my SUV. "I'm sorry," I said as a single tear traced down my face. I wiped it away and shook my head. "Enough of that," I cursed myself. I had cried enough on this long drive.  Texas was a long way behind me now, so was a great life that I had left behind. Georgia...

A love letter to My paramours and companions, who turn heads and arouse desires everywhere we go. Even the most certain, absolute in their belief they are Masters of their minds and urges, lose all reason and faculty in their presence. All principle, all knowledge, regardless of how engrained they may be on the mind, are effaced in those moments when the heart demands pleasure — a demand obeyed without struggle. Her name...