At the beach that I go to there is an imaginary line. It starts about halfway to the shore where there is a sign that reads BEYOND THIS POINT YOU MAY ENCOUNTER NUDE SUNBATHERS. Yes, the beach has a clothing optional side. But it also has a clothing required side. I'm not sure why a clothed person would pick this beach to go to unless they just want to gawk,...
Heather was driving home. Dressed in a boring-plain blouse with long sleeves, dark-toned slacks and flat, round-nosed shoes. No one would've notice anything particular about her wardrobe. She felt a slight discomfort in her right hand, and noticed a broken nail. Looked at it for a moment, then chuckled... *** He was lean, sharp, fast moving, and full of en...
Wandering the cold dark streets alone, boot heels clicking a sharp staccato off the walls surrounding her, Ilena walks, tall, and lithe wrapped in a full-length hooded fur coat that hugs to her curves like a second skin. As she paces methodically down the abandoned street Ilena feels a niggling shiver glide through her senses. Her nostrils flair and she tur...
**Hey there readers. This is my very first submission to the site. I'm hoping for friendly feedback and critique. I just started writing and after reading stories from this site for quite some time, I just wanted to give it a shot. No harm in trying right? Hope you guys enjoy. Sorry this chapter is more of a backstory. No sex scenes yet. But hopefully if thi...
My name is Rhodes Jean Atkinson. Who am I? Just a six-foot-tall, good-looking and muscular young Black man of Haitian heritage from Massachusetts who recently moved to Virginia to attend college. It's an event which changed my life forever. I come from a very distinct lineage of black men and black women gifted with supernatural powers. All of us come from t...
My name is Melissa Joan Rhodes. Friends call me M.J. I'm originally from Plymouth. I'm currently a student at Norris College in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. At first glance, most people dismiss me as another Valley Girl type. I don't know why. It's what I come off as. Simply because I stand five feet ten inches tall, lean and athletic, with long, strai...
My name is Steve Vincent. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The tale I'm sharing with you began while I was enrolled as a student in the Criminal Justice program of Champion City College. For the most part, I like my life. I finally feel that it's on track. Higher education c...
Braless. I don't recall ever going out on a date braless before. A couple months ago, on the way back from dinner with him, in the car, I took off my bra, giving him a peek down my unbuttoned polo shirt. Out to dinner is different. There would be more people around to potentially see. Here it is, the four year anniversary of the day we met. Yes, he still r...
**Author's Note** There is no eroticism in this chapter, but I have two more after this with a "scene" in Chapter 5. I know this story isn't very good, but I'm essentially still uploading to keep from having an unfinished story on the site. Hope some of you enjoy it regardless. --Rosie Lynée's nightmares were becoming more intense. She felt that it was may...
I was approached by the Union Reps again. "It was a great party, boss. Shame you weren't there. But on behalf of our members, we sincerely hope it is going to be an annual event, or we may down tools." With the emphasis on 'tools', of course. Susan told me that the women had greatly appreciated our efforts to get their husbands going, and no-one was offende...