The final preliminary match up had now ended; and the crowd was red hot! They all knew in just a matter of moments, history would be made! Every man and woman in the arena had a prediction. Some were obviously right. The rest were, obviously, wrong---but that night, the crowd was split 50/50, in hopes that their choice in contender would be the one to take t...
It's Saturday and I am feeling fantastic. I'm happier, more alive and feeling younger than have in years. I owe this to you. Knowing you has brought that zest for life crashing back into my world. I say crashing because it hit me all at once; completely unexpected but welcomed all the same. For months we have gone on and on, getting a little closer, pretendi...
This day and age we're living in / Gives cause for apprehension / With speed and new invention / And things like fourth dimension. Yet we get a trifle weary / With Mr. Einstein's theory / So we must get down to earth at times / Relax, relieve the tension... And yet not too down to earth. A dream vacation, a luxurious fantasy, an escape from the mundane int...
Staring out of the window, Beth watches the random army of people all bustling about, totally oblivious of one another, busily playing out their hectic lives. She wonders how many of them are truly happy with the life that they are now leading, how many of them actually stop to think about it? She feels invisible, like a voyeur. She loves to "people watch,...
From the driver’s seat of the Jag, Lawrie watched as his wife, Jackie, locked their front door and turned to walk briskly across the gravel to the car. ‘She’s as lovely as the day we met’ he thought to himself. Jackie let herself into the car, threw her jacket on to the back seat, and put on her seatbelt. “Four whole days alone together! No kids, no phones...
"Swati working this weekend again." Swati shouted back, still brushing her teeth "not this week, I've asked everyone to take rest before the big day next month." My wife of 16 years, Swati is a project manager in a software company. She is often required to work over the week-ends to meet project deadlines. Turning her back to me, she unrolled her sari a...
Howdy, folks. Brother Sam here. A big and tall black male college student living in the wonderful city of Boston. The forthrightly bisexual hero of many raunchy tales. The Man Without Any Fear. The Bisexual Par Excellence. Legendary Bully of Big Beautiful Women. That's me in a nutshell. Recently, I found myself wrongfully accused. Yeah, it had to happen some...
Summer has finally come to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, after the coldest winter ever. Personally, while everyone is complaining about the blistering heat which chokes the Canadian Capital, I am loving every moment of it. I absolutely love the heat, and I wish them White folks would shut the hell up and enjoy the bright sunlight. Can't be winter forever, dam...
I've known Helen Blackstone forever. Ever since we were students at Morton Academy, an all-female private school located in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Helen was the six-foot-two, gorgeous Black Amazon-like chick I always admired. She was captain of the women's soccer team at the Morton Academy and one of the toughest women in the universe. I worshi...
This story is in response to "Something We Have To Talk About" by nici. I thought the writing was good, but the characters bothered me. The dichotomy between what the wife said she felt about the husband and what her actions showed was too much for me. This is the first of what may turn out to be three chapters. This is my first story, so constructive critic...