As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
I would like to thank everyone that took the time to read my first chapter. I heard wonderful feedback. To answer a lot of the same questions I received. No this is not an actual story, as much as I myself would like it to be also. All characters and places were made up with my imagination. I know my grammar could be improved. I'm trying, so bear with me and...
I have had a relatively tame sex life only having bedded three women during my first 58 years of life while my latest wife has had sex with 65 men she will admit to and I suspect the real number is much higher. A big part of our love making is her relating how all those sexual encounters occurred or her reading Literotica or Penthouse letters especially tho...
Brianna was still lying naked and hurt on the hilltop when Marian found her. Only she was brave enough to look for her friend up there, while the men searched more obvious places in the forest and, especially, anywhere outside of it. Marian suspected no one really cared for Brianna as she did. Osgar, Brianna's father, clearly blamed his daughter for his wi...
I hadn't been out in what felt like an eternity. I wasn't even sure I could dance any more but when my old boyfriend called asking me to the concert I decided it was worth giving it a shot. My husband was going to be out of town so it was either try dancing or spend another night with the cat. Since the cat isn't much of a conversationalist, I put on the c...
"What do you mean, you like bossy Black women?" Victoria Brown said, incredulity all over her lovely face, and she looked at the man seated opposite her as though he had two heads. Markus Clayton smiled and shrugged, then nodded firmly, his soulful brown eyes boring into Victoria's. Well, the brother appeared sincere, this much Victoria could tell. It was a...
Sally writes to Mark Saturday Dear Mark, I'm taking to texting, writing to you from work, in the hope of clarifying any misunderstandings we might have had about last night. First of all, thank you for the delicious meal, and the movie afterwards. I was charmed by the way you wined and dined me. My not inviting you inside, when you walked me to my door, w...
My first time isn't a romantic story about two long young lovers who come together against the odds or an older woman showing me the ropes. I have a little different time; something a little more real and even better in my eyes. Probably because it's how I lost my virginity. My name is Jared. I'm a normal guy, by now a days standards. Overweight by at least...
I was just a girl cruising the Internet for her master. Well I wasn't a girl at all; I was a guy in drag… I advertised on the Internet as a novice TV looking for a master. I got much more than I ever bargained for. I have been cross-dressing since puberty. My friends and I lived near a college, and one day we found a pair of panties on the ground near a dor...
Jim and Rob had had a few too many Buds. They staggered into an old haunt they frequented many years previous. It had been left to run down quite a bit and the clientele were a mixture of airheads and slappers. The brothers had left their wives at home to talk about arranging a secret anniversary party for a cousin, Jim had arranged for Rob and Helen to stay...