Dusk, the world around us starts to get a bit darker. We sit on the couch, eyes locked, smiling, enjoying each other's company. There's a faint rumbling outside, and a brief flash of light from time to time. A rhythmic drumming on the window, as rain starts hitting the glass. We talk about everything and nothing at all. Sitting, facing each other, our arms s...
So very hot …. It had been a long hot summer so far and it didn’t look like there was any relief in sight. The temps were climbing every day into the 90’s. Everyone was slowing down. It seemed even the traffic lights had no ambition to change from red to green and nobody was complaining because they didn’t want to move anyway. Few people were out and a...
Kellan figured it was about thirty percent because he had gay days, because he'd already known he was curious. It was maybe twenty percent because of that stupid 'Bend Over Boyfriend' video he'd downloaded one night when he was really plastered. But it was at least fifty percent because he was far from dumb, and he could figure out what got Nika off, and he...
The name is Katrina Brown and I'm a big and beautiful young black woman living in the ghetto known as Dorchester, Massachusetts. I wake up and head to the shower. Dragging my fat black ass around the apartment buck-naked because I didn't wear anything to bed. No bra or panties. No nightgown or night shirt. Yes, I have actually said the words fat ass. Why? Si...
A friend asked if I could write a story from the female perspective, one that was not so (blokey). The following is the result. * Standing naked in the bedroom, having just stepped out of the shower, I turn and look at the view in the mirror. Steam is still rising off my shoulders and hair. I close my eyes trying to remember the feelings that were stirred...
"That's him," her friend said pointing at the tall guy standing by the next table. "Hm...he's cute," she said looking the guy up and down. "I didn't think that's your type," he responded. "A girl can change," she smiled at him. "I just need to figure out how to talk to him." She turned around and walked toward the bar. Passing by the table she glanced ove...
It was a mild day in early spring and Charlotte was on the morning shift. She had been a maid at the Fourways hotel for two weeks. It was just a stop gap while she looked for something better. In the economic climate any job was better than no job at all and it paid for her nights out and a few treats. What she really wanted was a new pair of shoes. She alre...
Thunder rumbled and the sky was painted a fierce red-orange outside. Lightning lanced through the clouds, crackling with static heat. Wind howled through the pines and rattled the metal door in its frame. A series of curt, assertive knocks pinged against the paint-chipped metal and alerted a lanky twenty-something to an unexpected visitor. He paused his game...
It was 1956, and Bethany was only sixteen growing up in the small town of Bakersfield, Iowa. It was an idyllic time to be a teenager, in an idyllic small Midwestern town. Bethany had always believed that she was blessed to have been born into such a time and place to what, after a time of trial, would become such a wonderful family. She was born a year befor...
Anxiously I await our arrival at your place, sitting there in the driver's seat, my hands shaking and my heart fluttering in anticipation at what is to come. I am so nervous and so happy that I can barely see the road ahead of me, but fate is on my side and, at last, I pull into your driveway, park the car and get out. Watching you as I step over to you, I...