Damn I'm cold, I thought as I got my ass into my dorm. I don't know why I ever moved to Virginia. The place is so damn cold, it's not even funny. I guess I came for the education. The University of Russell offered me a full academic scholarship which I accepted. It's not like my other options were too appealing. Still, there are times when I thought my sibli...
The door swung shut beneath them on hotel hinges, but they barely noticed. They were entwined in arms, kissing, lips meeting lips. Long anticipation had boiled under them for ages, for hours that felt like years, and their appetites begged; now those appetites would finally be sated. A day of soaring travel had brought them here to this waterbound paradise,...
Brother Samuel Xavier here. The big and tall, openly bisexual Black male author who has resided in the West Side of Brockton, Massachusetts for years. I feel quite sad while writing this because I will soon leave this community I've grown to care about. Simply put, life doesn't stand still. You either move with it or you're dead. My father, the charming soci...
Circumcision: A Love Story 1. Our relationship isn't exactly traditional. My name is Josh and I'm a 33-year-old freelance writer -- which really means that I'm mostly unemployed and spend a lot of time at home. That's not to say I don't play an important role in the relationship. Catherine is my fiancée, and she's a 33-year-old junior lawyer working in a...
[Feedback and constructive criticism would be appreciated.] ************************************************ I'm what you'd call a traditional housewife. I cook and clean for my husband and kids and make sure everything is neat and clean when he comes home from work. This wasn't my first marriage. I had a marriage before that lasted for a short while, but...
*DISCLAIMER* All persons in this story are fictitious, as is the story itself. The characters are over the age of 18.* "What a week," Steve thought to himself as he lay in bed half-awake on a hazy mid-August Saturday morning, torn between the desire to get more sleep and the need to get up and work on the "honey-do" list his wife had left him with before he...
If you haven't read chapter 01, please do so as it sets up how Chelsea came to be in her current situation. Thank you for the feedback and I apologize for the delay in writing and posting this new chapter. I hope you enjoy it and as always, I enjoy comments, email feedback and suggestions for where the next chapter should go. Please note that while there are...
"What did you just say?" "You heard. This connection isn't that bad." "No, please. Repeat it." "Okay. I said send me a naked selfie." There was silence on the line. "Look," I continued, "I'm on this trip for two weeks. I thought it would be fun." "For you." There was a hint of a chuckle in her voice. Some snarkiness, some sarcasm. "Well, for you too,...
He was a hot-headed man: everyone knew that. Darryl was quick to let rip with his fists and ask questions later. One wrong move, one wrong look and he was in your face and pushing for a fight. However, it wasn't as if he was an eighteen year old, trying to find his way in the world. Darryl was now thirty three and had two failed marriages behind him and a s...
"Good night, Janie! Don't stay too late. The weather is getting bad." I waved to the last of my co-workers as they left, then punched the button on the fax machine a little too hard. The high-pitched electronic whine of the online connection was grating on my nerves, like so many little things that irritated me lately. Deep down, I knew what the problem w...