The weather was ripe with the smell of sweat and other bodily fluids. I stand with my naked back against the cool brick wall. "Welcome to the auction," A pensive white male says standing behind the podium. For years, the black slave auctions had been going strong and the black community had never caught wind. Now, here I am with all my ancestors resting on...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. This story is a prequel to my previous story 'Summer Love'. ****************** Miami, Florida The clock was swinging early in the morning at 6 AM, as the sun had crept up and a bright sunny day was boiling over Miami. As the town would soon be bustling over a busy Monday morning full...
Ch.2 Caelan managed to volunteer in the classroom at least once a week. He helped with everything from passing out lunches to helping with reading groups. They developed quite a good relationship. He found himself wanting to be near her more and more. He noticed that she had begun to be a little sadder, even though she tried to hide it behind smiles and lau...
A small gallery in SoHo had mounted an exhibit called "Me, My Selfie and I". It consisted of erotic images of women taken by the women themselves. Each image was accompanied by a hundred-fifty word essay describing what the image meant to her and included a short bio. An artist curated the exhibit, choosing ones she thought captured the most evocative expr...
I tried not to think about Drew as I got undressed. It was one of those rare humid summer days, and my tank top clung to my breasts as I lifted it gently off and flung it to the ground. It landed on an empty Ben and Jerry's carton. Gasping from the heat and exasperation, I scurried around my room attempting to clear away the evidence of three weeks' heartbre...
Beca had no idea why she was showering in a boys' high school locker room. Well, she knew that the Nationals were being held in Otisburg, where the Annual Clothesline Traditionalist Convention had booked all the hotels solid, so the Elders of A Capella had put them up with sleeping bags in the gymnasium of the local high school. Of course, no one had wanted...
Harold was working on his second serving of fat-free yogurt, trying to come down from all the excitement. He scanned the spacious rec room, having to chuckle at the sight of so many bare-assed men casually chatting with confident, fully-clothed, exercise-minded women. Aubrey wandered over to check in on her friend and new assistant. "Nice display you pu...
All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or older. PW Chapter 1 Passing through Puberty I guess they meant well - my parents, that is. I refer to their naming me Aubrey Morgenthall. The Morgenthall was their surname, so that would have counted anyway you look at it, but Aubrey ... well, it was all right until I reached seven. I mean, kids under sev...
All those involved in sexual acts are 18 or older Chapter 12 My First Party It was Paul Sosnowski, a senior, who invited me to my first party at which beer and marijuana were available. He did this because it meant I would bring Heather along, not as my date, but presumably as his. I made no mention of this to Heather, telling her only that we were invited...
"Barbra Streisand that hurts!" I said, rubbing the elbow I had just banged into the aluminum window frame. That was one of my trifecta of weaknesses; toe stubbing, papercuts and funnybone abuse. All I could do was to rub the prickling sensation skittering through my arm and grimace. The scene kept rolling past the window, an endless parade of decayed subdi...