The name is Dean Brown Jones Jr. I'm a tall, average-looking black guy currently living in Massachusetts. I'm new to this state. And so far, I really don't like it. First of all, the place is mad weird. Seriously. Don't even get me started about all of them cold-shouldered folks I see walking around the city of Boston. Does anyone say hello around here? It'...
There is something about New York in the afternoon sun. The city itself is incredibly sexy. It's hard to see the 'Sex in the City' but the feeling is definitely there. From the South Shore Seaport to the smells of central park – the city makes my heart sing and my body come alive and today is one of those days. As I round the corner on my way to work, I can...
I pull into the drive way beyond stressed after another ten hour day at work. But, I have to put my happy face on for my wife and kids; they can't know how miserable I am. The happier I am, the happier they are. For the past six months the company owner has been riding our backs, pilling on the work that others once did but is now my responsibility due to bu...
Back home, you aren't anyone special. The most important thing you ever did was exist, and you really weren't that good at it. But here, you're a living god and thousands of people would practically jump in your pants...as long as they don't know that you're a fraud. You know how this story starts. An ordinary person gets teleported to a place most people on...
I love reactions. I especially love to shock people, well to be more precise, I love to shock guys who have been my friend for awhile. I am one of the few woman who like to be relegated to friend status; it makes the reaction that much better. On the outside I am a young woman with pretty hair and eyes and a nice smile. I am curvy, but I tend to wear sweater...
They are sharing breakfast at the long dining table. Dwarfed by its length, it could seat around 20, the manoir must have been built around it. She'd woken before him this morning, coaxed from sleep by the sun and the obstreperous birds. He was still sleeping, the ghost of a snore. Looking hard at the firm, handsome enough face, gentled by sleep, she had w...
"The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off" Jean Cocteau There's no doubt about it. Playfulness and a sense of adventure in the bedroom are very attractive traits. Dressing up in sexy lingerie and bedroom wear is an opportunity for a woman to be playful, to feel very beautiful, to explore the power of desire and of being desired. It's a chance to play...
Chapter 5: Confessions Viola waddled down the aisle of Saint Patrick's Cathedral; she made weekly visits to the church since moving back to New York. Her and her family spent two years in Texas before finally admitting that they were all homesick for New York. For the past 6 months she came to the church for a weekly confession. Now that her and Micheal wer...
This is a longer, more emotional, less reality-based version of "The Coffee Table." ***** She was instantly embarrassed when she clicked the like button. He was actually looking for someone much younger, according to the bits of the profile she hadn't read until after clicking the like button. The first part of his profile said, "you must love music" and t...
I sat down with a bowl of Fruit Loops. I frowned at the mountain of cereal in my bowl and added several spoonfuls of sugar to the top. My hand-held personal data assistant beeped loudly, which meant that I had work to do. I clicked on the message and found that my subject on this day was a guy named Richard, a married man who was apparently considering an af...