Warning this story is about gay interracial sex. It borders on sexually deviant and if this offends you I'm warning you ahead of time so you are not reading anything you don't want to. *** I had just turned 19 and was completely in a slutty phase in my life. I was good at pullin bitches, but at the same time, with men, I was the bitch, and I LOVED it. At...
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Just past midnight, on a pitch black, moonless night, six eighteen-year-old girls from across the country arrived in a black Suburban and filed anxiously into the marina's business center, following signs to Gethsemane Academy's reserved conference room. They had few clues to where in the world they were or what to expect next. A tray of pastries rested on a...
This happened a few months after I moved into Oliver's apartment. He had wanted it; I hadn't felt very sure. I'd lived as I pleased for several years. In fact, I'd never shared a place with a man. More important, to me, then, domesticity implied dreariness. I didn't think I could stay excited by, or exciting to, a man I woke up with every day. I also worried...
"I did two enlistments, for a total of 4 years, learning a lot about how to maintain buoys in ship channels and search for lost fishermen after storms. I got my GED to make up for not having graduated high school. I spent the last half-year working in a Coast Guard base sewage-treatment plant, doing double-duty (nights and days), cause I wouldn't do homosexu...
There is a certain rhythm in life. Everyone and everything has their place in the grand scheme of things. My place simply happens to be on top. Always. That's just the way of things. My name is Stephen Crawford. A six-foot-four, lean and wiry, brown-skinned and gray-eyed, thirty-something Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. That's what I l...
*AUTHORS NOTE* I apologize that the second chapter of this took so long to get to you, but life has been quite tumultous as of late. I hope you enjoy the second installment of Nothing Special as much as I enjoyed writing it. * I could waste your time by telling you about the move, but that is not the point of this story. It is only necessary for you to und...
The afternoon sun cast the big Harley's shadow across the simmering asphalt. Not a breath of wind rustled the gnarled mesquites and thirsty creosotes dotting the low hills. A few cottony clouds drifting above the distant mountains spoiled an otherwise ocean blue sky, but their presence heralded the coming desert monsoon that would break the June inferno. Th...
[Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop...] "Where is she?" Kate wondered aloud, looking at her watch again. She and Liz were outside a wine bar in the centre of town, waiting for their friend Sam. It was the night of the Bursting Club Pub Crawl, and it wouldn't...