Alan walked into the auditorium on his first day at his new school. It was easily the best private school in the state. Alan had no problem getting in he was a mathematical genius and a nerd. He was Arabic, about 5'6", 150 pounds of muscle, black hair, pale skin, and a nasally voice. He worked out everyday and had a "six pack," he also was well endowed with...
The first time I saw her at the Vietnamese Student Club, I knew I had to have her. The tall, curvaceous and golden brown sister with the killer booty and sweet smile simply took my breath away. At the time, I was dating a Vietnamese chick named Miranda Nguyen, a romance that was doomed to fail since Asian parents seem to hate seeing their daughters with Blac...
Laughter is just the best thing. As I stood on stage, eyes slightly blinded by the spotlights, it was the laughter bursting forth from the audience that made it so good. Even more so, because this was the first time I'd done stand up comedy to the swinging and fetish crowd. I'd been in and out of the lifestyle, enjoying my own personal kinkiness now and the...
My first real sex was anal intercourse. I know that's the sexual equivalent to running a marathon before you even know how to walk, but that's what happened. I was eighteen and just out of high school. For the past two years, I had been seeing the same guy, Jerry. We both came from fairly strict Mormon families, and this explained why we had not progressed...
Gil could not stay away. It had been 4 days since Gil and Judy had been together and I knew Judy was thinking of Gil. She had changed towards me. Every time I wanted sex she was always busy or had something else to do. Judy had given Gil her work phone number and had told him if needed to talk to me call me on this number. That Friday night she came home...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story Christmas Eve Services. If you haven't read it, maybe you should. And if you want to know about anything in between, just ask. Maybe I should make that story too. ----------------------------------------- "Wake up," said my mom. "It's Christmas morning." Oh god. This hadn't been an issue in a long time, not sinc...
What the fuck am I? That's been the question on my mind for quite some time now. The name is Clarence Wendell, and I'm a young man of African-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. My parents, James Wendell and Anna Maria Suarez met while attending university in Boston, where they got married and had me. Dad has...
The life of a werewolf is a dangerous and thrilling thing. Trust me, I know. My name is Harold Rameau. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent living in Boston, Massachusetts. I've been a wolfman my entire life. Please don't be frightened. I'm not here to eat you. I'm just a guy with a story to share, that's all. The story I'm about to sh...
I want to give a big fat thank you to anonymous readers as well as the members on lit who have given me interesting and helpful feedback. You are truly appreciated. I specifically want to happily acknowledge betrayedbylove who seems to have read quite a few of my stories! Anyway, enjoy the story. ***** "You never paid me any attention." he said to me point...
Some years ago when I was a senior in college, I wanted to get my girlfriend, Gina, something special for Valentine's Day. Gina had a very earthy quality about her. She wasn't blond, bony and plastic like so many mass produced Barbies. Although she was born in New York, her Italian heritage shown through as if she had just stepped off a ship from Milan. Her...