The name is Cedric Joseph. Friends call me C.J. I'm a Haitian-American student at the world-famous Toussaint University in Washington D.C. These days, my life is a little too exciting. I'm exploring what it means to be me, including my sexual identity and the politics of being a Black man in modern America. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Simply put, I...
This is my first attempt at a story. Hope you all like it. Comments are very welcome. ***** It all started when my wife (Staci) and I had a conversation about how comfortable women's clothes looked and we both laughed and I boldly said, "I would wear women's panties and satin pajamas because they look really comfortable." Now keep in mind that I have alway...
With Jesse gone, I didn't know what to do. I felt abandoned and lost, not wanting to do anything at all, especially study for my one last exam of the school year, which was still almost a week away. Before long, I began to think back on the fun we had in bed and, despite its scarcity, how good it still made me feel. It didn't take much time before I began to...
Brennan Mulwray was out there on the prowl. He was a tall young man with black hair and pale brown eyes. A very handsome man. He looked regal in his black silk shirt, black jeans and boots. He looked like an ordinary man but he was not. He was a mutant. One of those genetically altered human beings with special abilities. In the case of Brennan, the mutant a...
Chapter 3 It was a month later. Denise and Stan had been on six dates now and were firmly established as real friends and not just as work colleagues. Denise chuckled in her mind about being 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend', but they both didn't really think of it that way. At least, Stan didn't. Denise found that she was thinking more and more about the way...
Movies have made me the voyeur that I am and I am suing. I do not hide the fact that I am a voyeur, a voyeur who loves exhibitionist women. Oh, yeah, I love to watch, especially if you love to show. When I think about women wearing short skirts that shows their long, shapely, shaved legs and the triangular patch of white or pastel panty when they sit even...
Andrew Carson was a small time crook and an arsehole. The day he found out uncle Harry had died and left him a fortune he walked out on his wife without a word. He had never been close to Harry and was surprised at the inheritance. The lawyer handling the estate told Andrew that he was Harry's only remaining relative and that Harry had left the house to hi...
Driving home, Darrell Plunkett certainly hoped that Bootsie had changed her mind. He knew that Bootsie was jealous of Thelma; Darrell's secretary was quite a dish, and sweet and charming in a way that his wife wasn't though of course Bootsie served Darrell's needs well. "You know it depends on you, Darrell." Bootsie had said, smiling the night before. "If y...
The light from the twin moons of Luna and Alt-Luna danced in the night sky over the City while, on level 6, Neela walked up the corridor to the one-room dome she shared with her husband. The red light flashing next to the latch told her she had mail waiting inside. "Oh," she thought, "I wonder if our lottery assignments for this year have arrived." Hurriedly...
Sometimes, the things we dread facing are the truths about ourselves. Take me for example. My name is Adam LeRoi. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Carleton University, majoring in Criminal Justice. Lately, I've been having some forbidden fun. Let's just say that I got seduced into it. O...