My name is Michael Weston. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and wiry young man of African-American and Mexican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm currently a sophomore at Barrack College in downtown Boston and I major in Criminal Justice. Someday I'm going to be a police officer, like my father Leonard Winston before me. In the meantime, I've...
Tonya brushed her short black hair into place. She let her hands run down her yellow dress. She wanted to look perfect. Look perfect for him. Her mother left an hour earlier. Kevin would be here any minute. She took a deep breath and stared into her own brown eyes. She exhaled and hung her head grasping the edge of the sink. Kevin. How had she ended up actin...
Today started out like any other day, on the weekend of course. I got up, logged into my computer and I started surfing the web. The usual: Facebook, E-Mail, ESPN, YouTube, etc. I proceeded to go upstairs because my stomached stated it was hungry. I walked over to my door and opened it. Taking my first step out I hear a somewhat subdued moan from across the...
Jessie was a 29 year old journalist from the east coast. Just starting out in her journey to conquer the world of mass media and the chance to reach millions with the written word. Although at the present she was still working for a small town paper in the mid-west. Content and satisfying a job, but not where her dreams and ambitions drive her to go. One thi...
Note: Trying something new that's been in my head for a while. I am still working on Ch. 4 and two other projects I hope to have thru the summer. Tell me what you think. I would love feedback to improve my writing skills. Enjoy. ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT Penelope Matthias sits in her office reading documents that has been placed in front of her all day or left in...
We sat on an arched footbridge, watching the small watercraft make its way down the river and towards the Gulf. A cool-ish breeze had picked up and it felt wonderful. I took Michelle's hand in mine and pulled her closer to me, so that our sides were touching. I looked over at her and couldn't help but stare at her cleavage, which was thrust up and out of her...
I sat on the couch listening to my son Tom talk to my ex-wife over the phone. "Well, tell Peter to come on over and get them." Peter. Beth had stopped referring to me as "Dad" once we got divorced. It was her way of reinforcing that we were no longer "Mom" and "Dad." That her new husband was just as much a father to Tom as I was. It was a constant reminder...
This true story is about how I became a cuckold. When I became engaged, despite my objections my friends decided to hold a bachelor party for me. Since they knew I would object, they had to trick me into coming. My best friend John called me and asked if I wanted to watch the Redskins football game on his big screen TV the following Sunday. Being a huge Skin...
I admit it - I love games. Dirty, sexy games. Even though I am a sexy woman who could have any man I choose, still I will not chose to indulge all my sexual cravings. But, if I am forced to act by the roll of the dice or flip of the coin, then I submit gladly. I let fate decide for me. I'm 27 and live in a small city residential neighborhood with my lon...
I jumped in the shower when I got home, washing the remnants of my night away. I started a pot of coffee, but when I sat down on the couch to wait for it to brew, my long night caught up with me and soon I was asleep under a warm blanket in my living room. I don't know how long I had been napping, when a knock at the backdoor rousted me. It was Jen. She w...