My name is Karla Stanford. By my own admission, I'm definitely not a pretty gal, let alone one of the prettiest gals at my school. I attend Waltham University in Massachusetts. One of the largest schools in the country. It's full of handsome men and beautiful women. Like I said, I've never been one of the pretty gals. Yet I'm definitely the most popular. I'...
The stereotype about us bisexual men is that we're serial cheaters, disease spreaders and that we couldn't be honest if God Himself ordered us to do so. What a load of crap! As if there's a link between sexual orientation and dishonesty. Sounds like a character issue rather than a sexual one if you ask me, but what do I know? In case you're wondering who the...
Growing up in a small farming town in the early 90's is not what anyone would call exciting. Most times, it was about as fun as watching paint dry. Weekends could be fun, if you liked to go out and drink, or if you had a girlfriend. I had no girlfriend, did not like to party, and was not a typical small town farm boy. Needless to say I had a lot of free time...
You know, I'm not exactly sure if I'm lucky or I was cursed by the devil itself, now, don't take it wrong, I know this would be a wet dream for any guy or girl out there, I'm just saying that things have been really wild for some time and I don't have any time for rest since a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, this whole story will sound like something out of a f...
The bump was totally unexpected. Jujou had been running round the track for some time and had fallen into that trance state so well known to the long distance runner. She hadn't even noticed that another runner had joined her on the track and when the contact came she lost her balance and spilled on the ground. "Watch out slow poke!" The taunting words dri...
So our final football game of the season is tomorrow and it's a game we have to win to advance to the play-offs. My name is Karen and I'm the head cheerleader for our football team, even though I can't play on the field to help win the game we'll see what I can do off the field to help our cause. I have this great idea to help our chances to win, I just need...
*Know who your friends are and why they are your friends* After my parent's divorce Mom and I moved around a good deal. I tried to get involved in school activities but all I was ever good at was computers and football, and football was how I normally got a foot in the door because I was more into weights and cross country running than being a geek. At my...
The name is Crystalline Benoit. I'm a big and beautiful white chick with a really big, beautiful ass living in the city of Amherst, Massachusetts. I recently graduated from Canton Technical College, a community college located in the town of Canton, Massachusetts. And I'm dating a tall, good-looking black man of Cape Verdean descent named Kelvin Mendes. H...
I think that love and friendship really shouldn't mix. Seriously. It doesn't matter if you're a man or woman, black or white, straight or gay. If you are friends with someone and madly in love with them at the same time, you're going to end up doing or saying something really dumb. You might succumb to the urge to tell this special man or woman how you feel...
"It's true, Travis! I know. I love you. I love you. I love you! But, I know. I've known you, what? Hours? Romance is timeless, my lover. I know that. Maybe you don't. You and your two Lindas just don't have the experience I have in my seven years. I've seen a lot of men, Travis. Been with a lot of men. Lots. I'm guessing a dozen. Including you, thirteen, a b...