Doug sat on the bar stool, his dark brown eyes watching the people moving on the dance floor. He held a rum and coke in his right hand and a pool cue rested lazily in his left hand, leaned back against his left shoulder. He spotted the blonde woman again and kept his eyes on her as she grooved and gyrated to the thumping bass of the music pouring out of the...
Dani and I had hit it off. We spent almost every free night together after out scary movie marathon. We found pleasure in each other's company in an otherwise desolate apartment building. Nearly all my friends had been out of town and would be for some time. Dani was in a similar situation and we had been fortunate to meet one another. We spent most afterno...
I owe a huge debt to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for making something decent out of a train wreck. I don't usually write in the first person and I'm not a woman, so this was a bit of a stretch. I appreciate your any feedback you have ( although just saying " you suck" is not very helpful. * I took a deep breath and looked at the door. On the other side of...
YOUNG WINSTON Part 1: House Boy Cocoa Beach Florida 1966. Eighteen year old Winston Smith has women problems. He is at the mercy of his overbearing foster mother and her dyke girlfriend at home, and at school has to deal with corporal punishment enthusiast, Principal Harden and her sexy, air-headed secretary. Authors Note Although not present in every ch...
Franklin Dwyer looked at Jamal James Haywood, and smiled, for he couldn't believe what the six-foot-tall, handsome, athletic and well-dressed African-American businessman just said. The two men had known each other since their halcyon days at the University of Massachusetts in the City of Boston, and had been close friends for ages. In fact, unbeknownst to t...
Hi, there. Brother Samuel here. A big and tall, fairly good-looking black man in his mid-twenties. A college graduate. An openly bisexual black person of Haitian descent. An urban poet and recently published writer. An adventurer. A crusader for just causes. A lover. A chronicler of my fellow bisexuals. I am all these things and more. These days, life is oka...
My name is Stefan Albright and I've got a story to tell you. It's about me and some of my fellow black folks. I've decided to speak the truth about the Black Church, faith, and sexuality. I don't know why but sometimes I like going to church. I was raised in a catholic family but I'm not really into the whole religion thing. The leaders of the church remind...
I was dating this girl, pretty and fun. She was great, and dynamite in the sack. Her roommate was this hottie who needed men, and as a result made really bad decisions in that department. I figured she'd be knocked up and in a trailer park in a few years. Her guy was a total ass, but she put up with it. I mean, I'm no saint, but at least I act like I like my...
Jessie was an exotic beauty. Average height and slightly above average weight, her blue eyes were points of azure that blazed brighter due to her dusky hue. She usually wore her dark hair down, hiding delicate scallop ears; her hands were delicate with long artistic fingers; her lines were long yet her curves were breathtaking. There was no chance I could fi...
Fairly standard disclaimer: All characters participating in sexual acts are over 18. This is my first story, for a public audience. Feedback is strongly encouraged, as I want to be the best writer I can. This segment is fairly lengthy (at least it felt that way while typing it) and doesn't get to any sex until the end, so please bear with me. This story is a...