Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
My name is Fiona and I used to be more or less normal. If you've read my previous story (The Dilemma) you'll know that because of a situation that I got myself into I was forced to leave a stable life with my boyfriend because I basically handed him on a plate to my best friend Sonia who secretly adored him. I've asked her to write her story of that entire w...
My name is Cordelia Hall O'Hara. Friends call me Cordy, for short. I'm a tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Easton, in southeastern Massachusetts. By day, I'm a patrol supervisor with the Massachusetts State Police. By night, well, you'll soon be getting the whole bloody idea. Tonight, my beloved husband Paul O'Hara, (my favo...
Jen was first acquainted with Colin and Wade on meeting them at Colin's parents' lake house in southern Wisconsin. But she was always too nervous to say more than a few words to them. She thought they both were so cute, so mysterious, and she longed to share their company devoid of the immobilizing nervousness they provoked in her. But what she did not kno...
Tucking my son Anwar into his bed, I stand there for a moment and sigh. Thank Allah for my husband Suleiman and our son. Anwar is a little miracle, his caramel-hued skin practically shining even in the dim light, his curly black hair framing his little face like a crown. My beautiful little angel. Come to bed mamas, a deep voice whispers into my ear as stron...
There she is. My Purnima Rajani. My lovely East Indian goddess. My gorgeous wife. My angel. Hailing straight from the City of Chennai in the Tamil Nadu region of the Republic of India. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with dark bronze skin, long lustrous Black hair and pale brown eyes. Born to a Tamil father and Sikh mother. Truly a unique blend, from what...
I am old now and sex is barely more than a memory but if you will; allow an old man to tell you of bygone times, where wild sex was the norm and good times were to be had by all. First, let me say this story is true as far as I can remember it. There may be some inaccurate accounts but only because of faulty memory, the facts of the story are true. As I sai...
A few words, first of all, about the differences between boy-love and girl-love. Boy-love is much simpler. Men are like puppets, marionettes to be precise, and there's only one string to pull. Women are puppets, too, but with a whole hell of a lot more strings. I have extensive experience with both sorts of love. My problem is I can't be happy with one or th...
On any other day Sharon wouldn't care about any of this; the rain, her long freshly curled light brown hair with the new honey blonde highlights plastered to her head and dripping down her back, the torn stocking, and now the bus pulling away as she rounded the corner out of breath and in tears. She leaned against the brick wall and let the rain do its worse...
In my travels I've had many interesting experiences least of which was my time travelling with Liz and Tiffany. I met Liz just by chance; she was on her own and was interested in going into the mountains. But didn't want to risk going on her own as she was not experienced in backcountry living. We hitched together toward the mountains and arrived at small m...