Meet Joey, (Joseph, a good Catholic guy), the middle child - of a nearly all male, 5 brothers and one sister - all-Italian/all-American family from Queens. A normal guy. In his life, he does his "normal guy" thing and eventually meets, courts, falls in love with and marries a beautiful Irish/all-American girl from Baltimore. Her name is Patricia. Things go...
It's been a few months since I wrote one of these and got POSITIVE FEEDBACK from it *Cracks knuckles, limbers up, licks his lips and gets to it* It's late, you've had a great night out on the town, all the songs you wanted playing came on and you danced yourself into an ecstatic buzz. You got all the attention you wanted and a few enticing offers. Your nig...
Catherine moved through the gallery. She felt like she had been going from room to room forever and yet she seemed to be the only person here. Her feet echoed through the vast emptiness of the portrait section. "It's no wonder it never ends ," she said to herself. "Only one portrait for every room. I feel like I have passed through a thousand rooms." He...
I write this from the point of view of the client, but still...I am a male massage therapist! It is difficult, usually when I tell a story, it comes from truth, and knowledge. It just pours out of me into the text. I do bend facts a little, of course. But all of my tales are from what I know, and what I have done or seen. This is different, I guess I have...
By: Bookwolf and Bre Quintana Sintan! Ahzek's voice boomed her mind. Sintan moaned and rolled over in bed, scooping up her pillow and cuddling it a little bit longer. She wasn't ready to leave the lovely dream with her wrapping her arms around Ahzek's trim waist and her head resting on his taut stomach. Feeling his warm, strong arms around her. Safe. Si...
Trust, honesty, responsibility, care, sensation, experience, growth, pleasure, imagination, fantasy, freedom. Words flowing like an ethereal shopping list. All those things, positive, insubstantial, that we all seek in one way or another. Finding our own balances as we meander our course through life. I always counted myself as fortunate in many ways. I've...
Winter had clasped it's icy fingers upon the English countryside. Snow had crept it's way down from the peaks of the mountains above to blanket the sleepy villages, desperately clinging to their slopes, with a thick blanket of white powder which grew ever thicker with the unceasing onslaught of the rushing snowflakes that attacked in ranks of shivering grey....
The plan was executed whilst they were bathing. He was placing his toe in her cunt playfully, as was his wont. 'Let's be friends', she announced, seemingly spontaneously. 'We are friends', he replied and splashed her. 'Girlfriends', she mocked sarcastically, 'ya know'? Game for fun, he acquiesced. They got out the bath and towelled each other dry. Norma...
I wake up seeing your face silhouetted in the early morning sun. To me, you look like an angel. Your blonde hair arranged about your face almost like it was on purpose. A small smile parts your lips as you dream wonderful dreams. As I watch you sleeping peacefully, I think back on all the years of love and passion we have shared. The lines that have defi...
There are so many things wrong with the world today. Yet it's with great regret that I must retire from The Game. Samuel Xavier is my name. I'm many things. A writer, an adventurer, an activist and a college student. The truth is that I'm more than all of the above. A big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in Brockton, Massachusetts. Troublem...