Marie's first thought upon Mr. Wright's entrance into the office was, Yummy. The new boss must have played football in college. Basketball, maybe. He was tall. Marie adjusted her blouse as he passed her on his way into his new office, a massive cardboard box in his arms. She could have gotten up to open his door for him, but then she would have missed the s...
Since I was getting no financial support from my parents, still angered by my insistence on going off to college on my own, and out of state, I had to take on several part-time jobs, combining them with my scholarship stipend so that I could meet my tuition and other living expenses. This made it tough on me, a lot tougher than on some of the well-off co-eds...
This is the third part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read "Point of View: His" and "Point of View: Hers." This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. * "Eric! You're here after all. Natalie and I were about t...
Chapter 3: The Training As my relationship with Cindy progressed, she began to test the depths of that relationship. Some of the tests were overt, and overtly physical. Other tests were subtle, mostly mental. The majority of the tests were a combination of physical and mental attributes. For instance, we both enjoyed working out and lifting weights. We wor...
============================ Help Your Readers. Categorized Your Story Correctly. In Love Your Readers, I wrote about things you do to improve the reading experience for your readers. In Love Your Readers: Categories, I'd like to share my ideas on making it easier for the readers to decide to give your stories a read, by placing it in the right category....
Word had spread fast about my adventures in the principal's office. When it came to gossip, this school was worse than a leaking ship. It was not pleasant, more so for someone like me who was 18. The guys avoided me. They were convinced I was gay. Why else would anyone suck a cock? So what if the principal had sternly demanded that? No self-respecting strai...
My name is Steven Dwight. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University where I study Criminal Psychology. By the way I simply must tell you that I love white dick. Unfortunately, most of the gay and bisexual white dudes I meet in the Ottawa area are scared of me because I'm a...
As I write these words about events in the year 'Twenty Thirty', the year is 'Two Thousand and One' and thus, this tale is set in the future. It is deliberately set in a not too far distant future, to allow you, gentle reader, to feel that such things as are described in this tale, may come to pass in your own lifetime. At this point I feel obliged to menti...
Being a Black chick with a penchant for bossy older White women hasn't made my life easy. Especially since I was raised to be a strong Black woman. However, I wouldn't have it any other way. My name is Soraya Montgomery. I'm a six-foot-tall, somewhat chubby and big-bottomed yet still very sexy, dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ont...
My name is Elisabeth Madsen. A five-foot-ten, slim and pretty, short-haired and green-eyed Australian woman of English descent living in the city of Toronto, Province of Ontario. As of today, I am forty two years old. These days I teach business administration at the University of Toronto, where I met my significant other Joanne Gustav. A six-foot-tall, allu...