This story starts in March of 1991. I guess I should tell you right off the bat that I'm adopted. But, don't feel sorry for me because my adoptive parents are the nicest parents a guy could have, bar none. I'm Austin Feeney. My friends, those shits, call me "Meat." Even the girls know that I have that nickname. I was chosen for the Georgia all state basket...
My heart skipped a beat when I looked up in the rear view mirror and caught the flashing lights coming up behind me. I had been just cruising along in my new z06 Corvette, the gravelly sounds of Bob Seger flowing out of the Bose speakers. I slipped through the little town, obeying the speed limit nicely, but as I hit the open four lane I felt my "oats" a l...
My name is Joan and I just had twin boys unexpectedly at the age of 48. My husband Brett and I were high school sweethearts and have been married for 25 years. The past few years we've rarely had sex so this was a huge shock. We now have four kids in total and our house is chaotic. I kind of miss the days where my hubby would take me in a public bathroom o...
This stroy is completely fictional, and all characters portrayed are all over the age of 18. Have you ever been in love with two people, but you don't have the guts to tell either of them because your afraid of their answer? Or, you don't know who to chose, because you don't want to wonder later in life what could have been with the other person? You're abou...
It was a beautiful sunny October afternoon on the campus of the Pensacola University in Florida. Eduardo was a young man half Portuguese and half Polish. He was shorter than average with the shoulders of a swimmer. His auburn hair was longish and he had a stud in his nose and a ring in his lip. He was a pre-med student, and he was in class studying anatomy a...
I've been everywhere in this cold-ass country, and sometimes, I honestly wish my parents had kept their asses in Somaliland. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Omar Muhumed, and I am a brother going through hell these days. The Yukon is definitely no place for a Black man, I'll tell you that much. I work for a logging company in Dawson City, on...
I use to be your typical macho kind of guy; you know what I mean. The beer guzzling, football watching, weight lifting dude who sleeps with different girls and has a bad habit of cheating on good women. It's how I was all through high school, all through college, and into my late twenties. My father had been the same way and I assume I inherited it from hi...
I had just gotten out of the shower after spending a couple of hours browsing the internet and was just getting ready for bed, when it dawned on me, I hadn’t taken out the garbage. “CRAP”, I thought, so I threw on a old tee-shirt and grabbed my old sweat pants and slipped them on, I had owned them for more years than I could remember, the elastic around the...
Copyright 2003. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. Paul Somebody hurt. It was me. I opened my eyes. The room was full of dust and smoke. Yet strangely quiet. The building was rocked by another explosion. More dust and smoke. I looked around. Heather's backside was about three feet from my head. It twitched. Then moved away...
Chapter One: Mike was downstairs on the Internet. He'd had a hard day at the office. His boss was on his tail again about not making enough big sales. His colleagues were gossiping about him, since he'd lost the big contract with Schmertzel's. When he got home he got a call from his brother who wanted to know when he was going come up with the $100.00 he lo...