Hey everyone, Here's another little story for you. Again, there are no chapters to this piece. Hope you enjoy. ~Night ******** It all started over a letter. A simple piece of paper with a college header addressed from far, faraway. A letter from some fancy professor that would change everything Dane knew. It meant that Kobe was leaving soon and there wa...
(c)Pelaam: October 2007. Prologue: The five year old boy screamed with terror as he was swept into storm-churned oceanic depths. The swiftness and severity of the squall had caught all aboard the yacht by surprise. Although he wore a life vest, water was in his eyes and mouth. He could neither see nor continue to cry for help. The salt water made him cough...
"What? Studying on a beautiful Sunday morning?" Caught by surprise, Matt slipped the letter into the center drawer of his dorm desk and looked up at the door to see that his sometimes roommate, Perry Fitzhugh, was standing in the open doorway, dressed to the nines in his polo outfit. Matt hadn't even known what a polo outfit was—high leather boots rising to...
I had been living at The Nest for a week. The move was a smart decision - besides saving my parents money on a dorm room for the summer, I wasn't looking for things to occupy my time and the eye candy wasn't bad either. Because the market wasn't quite there yet for "paternity" clothing, the residents and visitors regularly kept their shirts off at the mansio...
The Hitchhiker It had been snowing all day. A wet, heavy incessant snow that was covering everything including the highway. Combined with a wind-chill factor in the teens, Christopher was almost frozen stiff. He was elated when the huge semi pulled over to pick him up. He climbed up into the cab and smiled thankfully at the driver. "Thanks a lot mister. I...
Author's note: Apologies both to my gay and bi and even straight colleagues for using this category. Come on Lit there's enough of us who consider ourselves to be bi to warrant our own category. Thanks James ***** Silent Massage. They both want it, but won't admit it! James, is in his mid-forties. He is married to Kelly a pretty blonde in her early fo...
About six months ago, my girlfriend broke up with me. We just didn't see eye to eye anymore. She also became uptight with sex, things eventually fizzed out. I decided to try some online dating. It did work Ok, I managed to go on a few dates with some of the woman I met online. Problem was, things just didn't go that well with any of them. They were either wa...
Elizabeth was a tall, thick corn-fed Iowa farm girl. She had short blonde hair, big pale blue eyes and a warm inviting smile. Her body was thick and strong with broad shoulders, full hips and modest b cup breasts. She was a prim and proper preacher's wife with a dark secret. No one in the congregation knew what she and her preacher husband did behind closed...
You may not know this from the tone of this essay, but I'm a straight man. A straight man who admires other men's butts. "Oh, sure," you may say, "another closet homosexual. Allow me to beg your pardon." Say what you will. I am straight, and I could write volumes about the beauty of the opposite sex. I love women foremost, but like many straight men, I fan...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...