My name is Joseph McDonald. I'm a tall, good-looking, forty-something black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. What is my occupation? Let's see. I'm the General Chancellor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts University, also affectionately known as CMU by students and faculty alike. What makes CMU so damn special? It's only the biggest private...
Kentucky is known for three perfect things: the Kentucky Derby in May (the world's best horse race), Kentucky Bourbon (the world's best drink), and, of course, Kentucky Basketball (the world's best college basketball program). In Kentucky, all boys grow up wanting to play basketball for UK. It's like a law or something. Of course, almost none of us make it,...
Who am I? Laura Brando. A third-year Psychology student at Sylar University, in the state of Massachusetts. Sylar University is the biggest university in the United States of America, with fifty three thousand students, spread over five campuses. We've got locations in Boston, Plymouth, Cape Cod, Weymouth, Bridgewater and Woburn. A world-class university wit...
Narrator Andy was in his third year of college. Junior year. Things were starting to get easier as he finished his most challenging courses he was hoping to find a girlfriend. He had dated a girl during his freshman year of high school, but hadn't done much with the opposite sex since then. It didn't help that he was short, skinny, and generally socially aw...
Part II: The Save "Well, I did it Coach," Kevin announced proudly the next morning, poking his head into the coach's office. "Did what?" he asked grumpily. He slurped down the last of his cup of coffee and lit up a cigarette. "I beat my neighbor...that girl," he explained eagerly, trying to refresh the Coach's memory. "Oh, yeah, right," Coach replied. "...
Foreword: The following story is meant simply as a satire and should not be construed as a personal attack on anyone. Additionally I would like to add that Literotica is a very well run site and their popularity can speak for itself. That said, nothing is beyond the occasional jab. * Long ago in the website of Writpornotica there lived a woman in the appro...
I spent the entire summer training my ass off and it's time to prove myself, Kristin thought as she stood on the basketball court watching her teammates shoot around. Going to the state university had been a bit of a culture shock for Kristin. She came from a small town where everyone she knew was white. She was the superstar of her basketball team and rece...
"In this case, Miss Ghandour, your appeal has been denied." The Dean of Athletics didn't look much like a dean. Unless his first name was "Dean," which it easily could be. With his very short cropped hair and ill-fitting suit, he looked like a football player giving a press conference about domestic violence. Too old and flabby to be athletic anymore, but n...
It's funny how popularity works. This time last year Richard Flynn was one of the more popular guys in school. He was the new guy and shrouded mystery. Before the end of the first semester there were dozens of rumors about him spreading around the campus. But that was before last years Junior-Senior basketball game. The game itself was a joke. Five seniors f...
When I was seven my dad began teaching me how to shoot hoops. Every night after dinner if it wasn't raining or snowing we would spend hours in the driveway with his worn out ball and the rusty metal hoop hanging perilously off the front of the garage. "Dribble with your left hand," he would chastise me when I would use my strong right. "Move your feet, don't...