Please allow me to introduce myself. The name is Jack. I am a young black man living in the USA. I'm what you call a bit of an activist. I hate to see people get wronged. Especially men. If you ask me, I think that men are being stripped of their rights in this country. A guy sleeps with a bitch one night and she can do a lot of bad things to him. She can g...
A Second Chance : Does Our Past Really Matter? There is very little sex in this story. Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing my story. * There I was at the dinner table with my new girlfriend sitting next to me. She had come over to meet some of my family for the first time. She had met mom and dad many times. They love her almost as much as I do. I think they...
That was about three years ago. I remember walking to my car, head held high. I kept it together until I got to Hope's Advocate. I started falling apart as I walked into the residential area. I was soon surrounded by women- some homeless, some abused, some there for the first time. All of them virtual strangers to me, all of them with a story. And they sat w...
Paula Clemins gave birth to her one and only child, a Daughter named Melanie, only eight days after her own 16th birthday. That was now a little over 18 years ago, but to the loving and dotting single Mother, it still seemed like yesterday. At 35, Paula was a customer service specialist at Logan Airport in Boston. It was a job, stressful as it was, that Pau...
This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. Posted 6 May 08 -- Revised June 09 Chapter 8: Her Father's Maiden The next few days for Marcia went by in a blur. With her mixed feelings of dread and anticipation of her father making her a maiden, she was having a har...
Chapter Twenty Two Cassie was interviewed by the police concerning Zak's activities in Ged's flat. At first they seemed to be implying that it was she who had moved the money, since it went into an account in her name, but Graham intervened asking if she was to be charged. No. She told them that she had gone to the bank to find out who originated the accou...
This story is almost a stand alone, however; to better understand the characters I recommend you read 'Coke Whore' by RLFJ first. It is my interpretation of the next chapter to that beautiful romance. * Coke Whore No More Chapter 1 Dave looked thoughtfully at a sleeping Nancy, tenderly holding her in his arms after she pumped him dry yet again. An angel...
Once in Sydney, Lajos and Natasha made contact with Ophelia Hartley. They met for a prearranged lunch at a restaurant near the Opera House. They took the opportunity to talk about a rehearsal and a plan for the balance of the week. They were initially booked for the stage containing approximately 500 seats. But when word got out that Natasha would also perf...
Darleen sat on her toasted coconut colored suede love seat, directly across from the large couch her nephew sat on. Darleen sat there barely able to control the tears burning the surface of her eyes. She was beside herself with grief as she looked at him through new eyes. It broke her heart to have to finally admit that he had fully gone off the deep end. Sh...
Nick's Note: While I may write about my erotic interludes with a variety of women, I am not promiscuous. I do not 'hunt' women, visit brothels, or solicit streetwalkers. My stories cross a time line of thirty years or so, and my relationships with the ladies in these stories have lasted for any number of years; one in particular has continued off and on for...