My name is Wilson Tetu and I'm a young black man of Cameroonian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. City of Champions rocks! I'm currently a student at the Brockton Institute of Technology, a four-year private school located in Brockton's West Side. I've been going there since graduating from Brockton High School in 2006. It's a damn good s...
It was wan awful weekend. I was consumed with guilt. I felt guilty every time I saw my husband for cheating on him, but the funny thing was, it didn't feel like it was cheating really. I knew it was wrong to hide it from him, wrong to have done it really. I had, however, convinced myself it wasn't cheating, because he couldn't give me the things she gave me...
Sometimes what you're looking for is closer than you think. Take my fiancé and I for example. My name is Stacey Walton and I'm a young Black woman living in Milton, Massachusetts. I studied business administration at Bay State College and earned my MBA at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. Presently I work for a real estate company in Brighton. I me...
Kodan tried to keep some form of composure as she watched Alexander's pretty grey eyes darken immensely. She could feel her juices starting to flow slowly out of her. This wasn't the shy, unsure Xan that piqued her interest and made her moist with his nervousness... no, no. This man was entirely different. There was something new, something invigorating. She...
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story involving gay sex between consenting adults. I am in no way suggesting that the characters involved, or the actors who play them, are gay. I have no idea of their sexuality. It is not intended to imply the true sexuality of the celebrities involved or any personal knowledge of their private lives. The characters involved...
Cherie just couldn't wait for the clock to tick its way round to 3pm. He'd promised he'd be here. Surely he would be here! He was such a wonderful man, so thoughtful and gentlemanly, he said all the right things to a girl, made her feel young and pretty again. She looked in the mirror over the dresser. "Not bad for forty five," She thought. A little heavy i...
Thank you to all for the hearts you've sent my way with the first chapter of Mike and Andrea. While mostly fiction there is a rich helping of reality behind the scenes of the story. The second chapter like the first is part of the development and only touches lightly on sensual involvements. It's from this base that Andrea and Mike will explore their sexual...
My name is Samuel Xavier. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Massachusetts in Boston, having transferred there after graduating from Massasoit Community College a year ago. I'm twenty four years old. And I'm a closeted bisexual. This is my life, I guess. A drama-fill...
Another wintry day in Ottawa, the town that fun forgot. Not for the first time Laila Fatimid wondered why her parents fled their hometown of Abu Kamal, Syria, for frosty Ontario, Canada. Head down against the heavy snowfall, the young woman walked up the hill leading to her neighborhood in the Barrhaven sector. I hate Ottawa, she cursed under her breath. A c...
"Let's get out of here," Amal Abdirahman said softly, and Haika Livni nodded in agreement, disgusted by what she'd just heard on the bus. The older Arab man sitting across from them looked angrily at the two young gay men, one black and one white, who got on the 95 bus at Tunney's Pasture Station, hand in hand, and shook his head, apparently disturbed by wha...