Stephen is the name. Most people call me Stevie for short. I'm a young brother living in Brockton. A six-foot-two, 240-pound African American male with mocha skin. Like many other young folks living in the city of Champions, I go to Massasoit Community College. I'm taking up Criminal Justice there. I'm in my first semester. Soon, I'm going to head to Bridgew...
Hello, here is my story. If you do not like cheating wife storied please do not read this. Please only write, positive, constructive feedback. I ignore negative or useless comments and suggestions by readers. My name is Madeline, I work in a Designer Clothes shop selling male items. I have worked here for a long time, nearly twenty years. For many early yea...
If you read my last story here, you know how I, a 72-year-old retired college professor, married, monogamous (except for one slip 30 years ago), suddenly found myself in the cab of an immense semi-truck, sucking the cock of a truck driver. That story is posted in "Gay Male," but "gay male" doesn't begin to describe me. Perhaps I don't know what does, any mor...
One of the most frequent questions I am asked as a practicing psychologist is how to tell love from infatuation, or harder still,"strong like." There are no easy answers when you are talking about a quality which defies any attempt at scientific definition. Nevertheless, here are some observations from one who has been there and back, and lived to tell about...
This is the true story on how the famous red-haired actress Lindsey Lohan got dumped by her boyfriend That's 70's Show Wilmer Valderrama. This story contains graphic and explicit content not suitable for readers under 18. The star of Mean Girls and Teenage Drama Queen Lindsey Lohan just arrived on the set of That's 70's Show to have lunch with her boyfriend...
"Relax. Trust me. I know what I'm doing. I really enjoy doing this. You're going to love it." As it turns out, she was right. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, no pun intended. Best to start at the beginning. My name is Chris. I am 20 years old, six feet tall, 170 pounds. I just graduated college and was starting grad school in the fall, so I had a summer...
One life to live, ladies and gentlemen. That's basically all we've got. My name is Sagal Jawari and I'm a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I study criminal justice at the University of Toronto, and these days, life is too hectic for words. It's not easy being a brown-skinned female and a Muslim in Canada. Eve...
This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
A night out with Liz and Sue I had known Sue for almost five years but had known Liz for a lot longer. We had met while she was still at school although I was four years older we still became good friends. After she left school I helped her with her college work and more importantly when she needed advice about boys and later girls. I helped her pass throug...
Elisa and I had been friends since we were both 11-years-old. She was your stereotypical Tomboy; played baseball, never wore dresses, got into fights with boys and so on. When she came out, it was no big shock to me, but there was a massive disappointment among the many guys that wanted to ask her out. Elisa and I remained friends all through middle school...