*My first story on this site. It's heavily inspired by the subplot between Rhys Ifans and Emily Blunt in The Five Year Engagement, with a few changes. Hope you like it!* ***** It was the second day of grad school and I still had a couple of new classes to take. The first class was CIS 505 and it was taught by an Asian professor, Bai Fan. It seemed there wa...
Here I am, a thirty two year old slave kneeling on the floor next to my Master in the coffee shop. Sure, I used to get strange stares, comments of all sorts, and asked to leave on a few occasions. But those were years ago. I am as common here as I am in the grocery store, the park, the post office, Master's work, and anywhere else really. I am my master's p...
It was September, 1972 and I was beginning my sophomore year in college. Academically I was in excellent standing and decided I could handle a few more challenging courses especially when it came to elective subjects. So, I enrolled in a Modern European History class. The class was rather small and after the first session I understood why. The professor app...
It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
I am a divorced man in my late 50's and very, very confused about my sexuality. I have been married and divorced 3 times and my sex life in all of the marriages was not exciting but primarily used for procreation. I don't know – perhaps I subconsciously looked for women with a low libido so I wouldn't have to perform too often. In all three cases, the sexual...
I got in the passenger side of Roger's car and extended my hand. We shook hands in greeting. "Good to see you, my friend." "Good to see you, Rog." We'd been friends thirty years, through high school and college, through family events to family tragedies. Our wives were friends. We attended the same weddings and funerals. Rog and I even worked together at...
This story series is based on real life experiences with names and some incidents changed for the sake of confidentiality. ***** Doug Ellis would have been a heavily built man even if he'd never been engaged in manual work and then, later, obsessively into the gym. Not more than five feet eleven when his generations were suddenly outgrowing their predeces...
Chapter 3: The Auction Within minutes of Kelly's request, she was again sound asleep as though she was completely comfortable with the idea we were to confess. I shut the blinds to prolong the night and still could not sleep. At some point I faded and did not awaken until noon. Kelly was up and dressed before romping onto the bed. I quickly pulled the sheet...
Marc's foot wouldn't stop tapping as he nervously sat in the back seat of his ride share. He was almost at the hotel already, filled with apprehension. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. It was one thing to play around online, quite another to bring it into the real world. This was the culmination of something that had been building for months. T...
Going to college had always been a dream of mine, growing up in a working class neighborhood had been all the inspiration that I needed to study hard and get good grades throughout school. I will never forget the day that I received my first acceptance letter; it was like a dream come true. Four more followed, in total five of the eight that I had applied to...