I offer a nod of the head to Ms. KT Oslin for the inspiration for this story; she is truly a master of her craft. This story was deliberately written from a gender neutral point of view. Try looking at it from both sides of the coin. Sometimes marriage gets old. You never know what will kick start it when it does. Perhaps this is one way. * Well, we h...
Sira looked up from the campfire as Elanna came into sight again, a small deer slung over her shoulder. They were resting in the northern forest of Nazas, after two weeks of travel; Elanna had only explained that she was helping the girl. She had quickly learned that the half-blood wasn't talkative when on the move, and conversation usually died. It was a l...
My name is Roland LaRoche and I'm a demon of Haitian descent living in Massachusetts. The life of a demon isn't easy, folks. Forget what you read in the books or see in the movies. Not every demon out there is hungering for human souls. Personally, I don't deal or trade in anything having to do with that business. Tell that to those assholes and bitches who...
My name is Steve Sinclair. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I got lots to tell you people. Some of it is pretty hot so you better sit down. I'm originally from the City of Boston, State of Massachusetts. And I moved to the Province of Ontario for school. Higher education is cheap in Canada f...
Simon was a normal 18 year old virgin male in Wolverhampton, England, until he reached his 18th birthday and he underwent certain changes no normal human goes through. He began to sense when someone was feeling horny and in the case of females he could sense when it was there time of the month. This wasn't a problem until his 20th birthday when he began to...
HUMANITY 2.0 YEAR 001, DAY 001 - PART ONE I thought I should go ahead and start writing a record of my life, as self-important as that sounds. It's not like I've got much better to do; Zee won't let me do any real work, so when I'm not travelling to the countless abandoned cities and ruins of our ancestors, I pretty much sit around and/or have sex. I've be...
Every single word of this story, about certain people who do not need any publicity, is true! Thus the names were changed, and I am not providing any details like geographic locations, which could help to identify the heroes of my story. I was very lucky to extract it at all. Enjoy. * * * * * * * Andrea, twenty something young, already divorced, rich, beau...
Dear lost love, I miss you. I am alone now and I miss the thought of making love to you, your masculine touch and irritating ways. Well, I don't miss the irritating ways. It was such a bad time in my life and you never tried to understand. You never tried to understand the complexity of my life, my health and my tears. I was there for you like a typical wo...
The rooms are dim with evening light, cold wraps the world outside the man tall windows.I opened the curtains earlier and now look towards the passing cars, the figures moving on the road. The glass of the window feels cool against my burning skin; I see the outlines of my curves mirrored half in light half in shadow. Fingers caress the lines you would tr...
Warning: The following contains racist language which some may find offensive. Do not read if this is likely to bother you. The story IS true however and took place between mutually consenting adults ************************************************** She was online. Something inside me stopped. Finally here was a chance. A chance to speak to her in spi...