It was tough living in the Bronx. Though I am an Afro American I have always been the butt of racial jokes. I am small built unlike others of my race and I must concede I am no Michael Jordan. In fact I am more like Michael Jackson. In fact I hardly look like the archetypical black. The only thing, which I feel ashamed off, is the unusually large size of my...
Hilary was getting excited about the local fair that was coming up. It was her second year living in the community but she had missed the annual event last year as she had been away visiting family. After living in the city where she always felt so anonymous, she found living in this community much more to her liking. She felt she belonged- it probably helpe...
"So you want to join our little family do you?" Said the buxom vixen behind the desk. "Y-yes madam." Replied the skunk before her. 'Hmm...' The vixen thought. 'Nervous, but she has potential...' She surveyed the interviewee, admiring her. Pretty face, long brown slightly curly hair, and hazel eyes behind large glasses. Running a skilled e...
A single overhead light flickered and hummed far in the corner of the study area. Justin glanced up at it with an internal sigh before focusing back on his books and notes. He was grateful the small community college had a quiet room for students to study but he wished they kept it in better shape. The young man stretched his neck slowly, working out the so...
You slowly open your eyes to the sound of obnoxious ringing. You look at the source of the noise to see your phone on the dresser, buzzing and ringing. You reach over, press snooze and then roll onto your back. You stare at your ceiling for a while, not wanting to get up, but not being able to go back to sleep. Your restlessness makes you sit up in bed and l...
My hands shook as I grabbed the digital camera. This 40 year-old "fit as fuck" ginger god was just there as naked as could be and with an audience of three wide-eyed worshippers. What a memory that moment was! Both Raymond and Phil were poised and ready to spring upon him; they wanted to have him in all ways humanly possible. Their eyes were so hungry and m...
Twelve. That's how many cousins packed into my grandmother's tiny apartment every Christmas. We were usually the first to arrive since we were the oldest and could help dig out the song books, set the table, and take every folding chair or comfy cushion we could find and strategically place them around the tree. Aunts, uncles, and cousins ranging in age from...
Just on a quick note; this story is partially a spin-off of my other story "An Intergalactic Halloween." It's not a chapter 2 or a direct sequel, but it takes place in the sci-fi universe from that story. You don't HAVE to read that story in order to read and understand this one but the two stories do kind of complement each other so it might be worth readin...
This is a substantial rewrite of a story I first posted under a different pen-name over ten years ago. JILL. ***** I Jill was a very attractive, pretty, lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-colored hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked f...
Who could have known, what a simple camping trip could have led to. For those of you who haven't met me before, see my previous story (pets) . Basically, exposure to a mysterious meteorite had combined and altered the DNA of me and my two pets. The result, a alternate anthromorph form for me, and humanoid, 'furry' bodies for my dog and cat. By their 3rd year...