After dropping Chad off I started driving home. I went into deep thought about how careless I had become since encountering Xavier and Jawan. I was so distracted with my thoughts that I took a wrong turn. I didn't notice the police car parked along the side of the road either. That's when I started rubbing my crotch as I became horny. Before I realized it...
"A Muslim guy can't be bisexual, Zahir Abiodun, the way I see it, a man can either be gay or straight, I think you're just greedy and dishonest, you lie to your faith and worst of all, you lied to me," said my ex-girlfriend Sharon Rosenberg, the day I decided to tell her that I was a switch-hitter. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I am a bisexual man of A...
Every adventure story needs an epilogue to tie up the loose ends. At least, that's what I learned while sitting on my tuches in English 101. A lot went down since my divorce and it seems to have worked out well for everybody involved, even Barry. Let's start with Dolores, my nanny. Since the divorce, she became my best friend. Frankly, I wouldn't be able to...
The sun rose over the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. As is my custom, I rose with it. I didn't get home till the wee hours of the morning, since there was a full moon and I was away in the wilderness, for I had certain urgent matters to tend to. Nevertheless, I woke up rested and refreshed. After showering, getting dressed and eating breakfast, I wa...
This is the third story in a series. The first two revolve around an 'indecent proposal' type situation where a beautiful Hispanic woman and her husband were offered a large sum of money by a wealthy man. They were in dire financial straights. The wife, Mary Lou, would agree to spend an erotic weekend engaging in carnal relations with a young stud. What the...
In case you hadn't noticed it, black men are in demand. This is the 21st century and word has gotten out that black men have big dicks and there are dozens of white women lining up to try them out. And this is not just a phenomenon among young women, who obviously have less hang ups about interracial sex than the older generation. There are an increasing n...
The sun rose over the city of Boston. Like many of the city's denizens, I'm in bed. However, unlike most of them, this is where I'm going to stay. Oh, it's not because I'm lazy. You see, I'm a vampire. Yeah, one of the denizens of the night. There are quite a few of us around. The world thinks we're mere myth and to be honest, we prefer it that way. We let t...
Miranda Harkens closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, the second glass of wine was taking effect, her eyes closing as she drank in the sounds of the night around her. Angela was a long way from home, the scratching and chattering of unseen insects in the undergrowth was not one she was used to hearing in South Wandsworth. She stretched languidly, enjoying...
The following story has been written as a reader request, this is a fictionalized telling of true events. It is part two in the Samantha series and takes place a few months after chapter one. I send my thanks to my dear Italian friend Fabio for the inspiration -- This story is the third reader request I have done. If you enjoy it, feel free to contact me wi...
My name is Cody Johnson. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in Champion City, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Sanders College, a historically Black private school. It's the setting of this brother's adventures. I'm captain of the Men's intercollegiate Football team, and a man in my position is quite popular on campus. And that's part of the problem. E...