Toby and I had one thing in common right off the bat. We both hated our jobs. He was the assistant manger of a convenience store and I was one of his cashiers. We both worked second shift along with another cashier but it was never the same person every night. Second shift was always hectic in our store. Most of the time we had to play catch up from day shif...
Warning; this is not a fun, entertaining graphic encounter story. When I posted the first part of these memoires, I'd meant to enter it under 'non-erotic', as I know it's not what many come here looking for. It showed up under BDSM, and I'm not sure if that's because I pressed some wrong button, somewhere, or if someone along the way thought better of my ide...
Dear Writers: Yes, I agree - there are already How-To-Guides written about Story Tags and they're really great with plenty of examples (advice here -- you should definitely read them in the FAQ section). So why another one? There are two important things missing or that have not been highlighted enough, which you should also keep in mind when choosing the...
First as a young adult and then as a psychologist, I read extensively in an attempt to find an explanation for my cross dressing behavior. Several psychological hypotheses have been proposed in the literature but I did not find any of them to be compelling. While I don't think it is an explanation for cross-dressing, one hypothesis that resonated somewhat...
My name is Steve Maverick. A big and tall, reasonably good-looking young black man living in the great state of Massachusetts. I’m a rather unusual character. A man with many hobbies and interests. I like to write erotic fiction stories. I like to travel to different cities and meet new people. I’m kind of adventurous. Oh, and I’ve been called paranoid but w...
As Salam Alaikum, my people. The name is Steve "Suleiman" Fleur, and I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Hull, Quebec. I'm an accounting student at the Hull campus of the University of Quebec, and lately, life has been throwing a lot of hurdles my way. No bed of roses, that's for damn sure. Might as well tell you about...
Undisclosed desires. I think we all got them. My name is Claude Premier. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study Criminal Law. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a guy with a confession to make. A lot of people see me as the six-foot-five, burly dude with the...
I was wonderfully warm, my body wrapped in what felt like leather blankets. My cheek rested on leather, beneath which I could feel and hear a slow thumping sensation. I snuggled against the warm hide, sighing softly. I finally opened my eyes and wriggled a little, feeling the fastenings of a leather jerkin pressing against my ribs and hip through my dress. I...
You've elected not to have a birthday party, as you thought that would be tedious, choosing instead to treat the day as any other day. The house being empty, no one was there to hear your screams of pain as the information from your past life streamed inside your mind. The records of on your soul burning into your mortal brain. This process was supposed to i...
As the title suggests, this story has a lot to do with GTA the game. Specifically Grand Theft Auto V. This story and its threads are taking place in San Andreas (in which Los Santos is the primary city); locations, cars, websites, media, some characters and other details can be found in the game, but that's where the most of the similarities end. Like the ga...