"It's true, Travis! I know. I love you. I love you. I love you! But, I know. I've known you, what? Hours? Romance is timeless, my lover. I know that. Maybe you don't. You and your two Lindas just don't have the experience I have in my seven years. I've seen a lot of men, Travis. Been with a lot of men. Lots. I'm guessing a dozen. Including you, thirteen, a b...
I've been waiting to get this job. Two months now. Two interviews, waiting on a third. I'm starting to have a bad feeling. I think dating has prepared me for this - I know when they don't want me, I can feel it when they become vacated of interest. It's palpable. Like when I said to Erica that I would never want kids, that I hated kids, that having kids woul...
You want a story? Bored? You may as well listen up, dearie. Ok, I'll introduce myself. I don't need to listen about you, just listen about me. I'm about 5'8 or around there. I have black hair that turns a dark violet under the sun, I have a good tan all over my body (I tan nude in my backyard), DDD breasts and I don't mean to brag, but a I have a pretty goo...
A woman receives a gift that can either be a blessing or a curse. This story is somewhere between a non-romance short story and a non-erotic semi-occult fantasy. It is very, very tame on the erotic side. There are some rough reference to a serial rapist, but no activity is described. If you are looking for something stronger, try some of my other stories....
Melissa's with another man now. When I met her, it was roughly four years ago, and she was married to a guy in California who didn't really seem to care too much about her, what she wanted out of life, or what her interests were. Instead, he only seemed to care about who she was hanging out with, since her friends were deemed "weird" by him. When I met her...
Seeing the child Grace shook me to my core. In my heart I could not begrudge Alexandra her desire to mother the child, as more than twenty years before she had been unable to mother me. But I found it far more difficult to reconcile what the woman had done to secure her bloodline. Her convoluted and complicated past with all its wrongness and corruption ha...
Once a year there is a Food Truck Festival in Newport that I attend with the BF. To some, it's just another early Autumn event. However, to BF and me, it is so much more. The first time we attended, last year, we were amazed by the variety of foods available: fried dough, gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches, fish tacos... However, the truck that we both soug...
My name is Byron Blanc. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and fit young man of Haitian-American descent. I live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, but I was born and raised in the town of Atlanta, Georgia. I'm twenty seven years old and hold a Master's degree in Criminal Justice from Georgia State University. I used to be a cop in Atlanta for three years bef...
Jess came from a small farm town in Michigan, an only child of a Vietnam War Veteran Dennis Young and his third wife Sherry. They were a lower middle class family. As long as she could remember, her parents had bounced around from job to job, barely making ends meet. But their number one goal was to make Jess a happy and a healthy little girl. Luckily, Jess...
Immediately, Zaka pulled back from Zack, feeling like her chest was on fire and she was drowning in emotions. She had no idea what to do next. So she took the logical step of a sufferer, and flew. She saw Zack transform into wolf, but she had a head start and flew as quickly as she could. She needed space. To think, to breathe, and most importantly, to hid...