Alan Xavier is the name and adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a six-foot-two, somewhat chubby but still quite good-looking young black man living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Bartleby College, where I major in Business Administration. I come from a somewhat well-off Haitian-American family. My father, Joseph Xavier is a civil engine...
It's been a long week at work. I'm exhausted, hungry, and above all else horny. I go home, shower, shave and get ready. Where am I going? What should I wear? Am I up for an entire evening out? Even though I'm exhausted I must eat and I do want to get laid. I'll grab a bite to eat and then head over to Fantasies, a local fetish club. I choose a pair of denim...
There are critics of Madonna who say that she shocks for the sake of shock, that she has little substance other than a good sense of fashion. There are some critics who lay blame on her for Britney and Christina, and a fashion that pushes raunchiness rather than classiness. Those critics who level that blow are forgetting one of Madonna's biggest and importa...
This story may seem a little conventional, but a friend related it to me about someone we both knew. So yes, sometimes these things do happen in real life. *** Rachael Grammar wondered what she wanted to happen. Rachael worked at Hedda's, a suburban strip club, at the door. She greeted Misty, a tall brunette with obvious breasts as Misty rushed past her in...
Australia in the 1960s, looking back on it now, seems very like America in the 1950s. We were prosperous, rather parochial and motivated by a mixture of complacency and paranoia. On one hand, people were content and pleased with their day-to-day lives, but on the other we had an exaggerated idea of the menace of Communism and other foreign evils. The Vietn...
Dear Readers: I am not a writer, however I do enjoy the literature on this site. Has been a fan for a while. I re-write the following on notes that were passed onto me by a good friend who owns a mechanic shop. One day he was working on a car and found the following letter/s. It was hand written, I read, as I write; this present, that was given to me now ont...
I've been seeing my barber, Liz, for my haircuts for some 20-plus years. I get a cut every two weeks on Saturday morning; that's just a leftover from my military career. And Liz reserves two appointment blocks for me. She often gives me a shoulder and neck massage, which she does for few others due to her carpel tunnel syndrome in her wrists and hands. Liz j...
Funny experiences after 40 years of living on the road Hey everybody, Bill Millwood here. I'm just sitting here in my rocker today thinking about my life on the roads of Texas after retiring from 40 years of outside selling. Going from town to town, always moving, countless motel rooms, bars and roads that not even an armadillo had crossed in years. I have...
Chapter Two: Monday Afternoon The rest of Margaret's weekend passed uneventfully. The highlight had certainly been the Friday evening she had spent with Josh. Whatever she was doing, she found her thoughts drifting back to him; from his confident manner at the computer, to his boyish uncertainty in all things social; except for that dance. He had seemed rea...
Note: This story is the twenty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I...