I want to clarify some important points. The story talks about a culture that I already grew up in, so I don't need to gather information about it, as well as it's my true story. Names changed to make the pronunciation easier. Constructive criticism helps me to move forward, but insulting me without providing a reason isn't useful. Finally, I hope you li...
Dylan hugged his parents good-bye as the bus pulled into the station. He had had a good visit with them, but since he lived a three-hour bus ride away he was only able to see them about one weekend a month. He looked forward to his next visit, but he also looked forward to getting home to all the games that he hadn't packed, not to mention the friends he had...
It had all started with a routine visit to his Doc for a simple prostate exam. After he'd given away his submissive tendencies by pushing back against her finger, she'd given him a good hard anal fingering and then he'd revealed the true depths of submissive tendencies, to Dr Megan Sutton, or Miss Megan as he'd begin to know her. She then persuaded him to...
Helpless, forlorn and forgotten. This is how I was sitting, watching my wife making out with my closest friend Dylan, stepping into the room, lifting me alone. You know how events piled up to cause this difficult sight. I misled him many times. Yes, I did, but the reaction was harsh, rude and unexpected. I didn't know Dylan is so much bold that he did this...
The Bet: A Dylan James Story This is another in the continuing story of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. This story was suggested by Jillian, a fan who I want to thank for the inspiration. It took me a long time to write because of life intruding as it will sometimes, and it is by far the longest that I have written. Dylan's adventures started out...
"How do you like it?" Alyssa said, with bright, forced cheerfulness. Everything about the question stressed that it was not, indeed, a question. It assumed that the answer was "I love it.". She mandated it by her tone and her face that reflected back in the mirror at Dez, a tight smile, focused eyes that pleaded as much as they threatened. The camera was on,...
Dylan awoke to Stephanie's soft breath against his chest. He squinted at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was almost 9 in the morning. He debated waking Stephanie or letting her sleep, but he really had to pee. Taking and holding a breath he slid from beneath her upper body, trying not to move her too much in the process. He managed to move from...
Hello readers, Thank you all for reading Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story. This is continuation of that story. The character Keisha was introduced briefly in chapter two of that tale, and for some reason I feel compelled to tell her story. I must state that these are fictional characters and exist solely in my imagination. This is an interracial love story....
As with all my stories, I welcome other authors to add chapters! Remember to like and bookmark your favorite chapters! Regular chapters with 5+ likes get a sequel, chapters with 10+ likes get two. End chapters get an epilogue with 10+ likes. Chapters with the most likes & bookmarks get updated first! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old...
This is my true story. Includes community problems and good friendship. I hope you like it. 'Your feedback is important to me' ******************************************* In 2013, in a small city in an Arabian country where I grew up. I was 23 years old when I got married, a traditional marriage, which based on marrying a faithful wife, wearing decent c...