What is on a man's mind? Sex. Yeah, said the juvenile. I said on a MAN'S mind. The answer is, depends on the man. Not all men are equal. As in 'the same', or 'equivalent'. 'In the mathematical sense', as they say. Hell, as if anyone except them damn mathematicians gives a damn about the 'mathematical sense' of things. Well, I am a mathematician, so I do...
Amber looked out her bedroom window and saw the big orange moving truck along with movement next door. The house had been empty for almost a year and finally a family was moving in. Amber didn't normally care about what was happening in the neighborhood, but her mother was driving her crazy with all the talk about why the house had remained empty for so long...
A Brief Introduction Hi! This is another try at the Loving Wives genre. I got pilloried on the first one for being too wimpy and too something I never quite figured out. Except for a few extremists I got castigated for being too brutally savage on number two. The third one got me some really helpful comments. Frankly, I thoroughly enjoyed writing story th...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
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Alexis, or Lexi for short, looked out the bus window as it bounced down the country road, staring idly at the fields as her best friend Mel rambled on. Not that she was intentionally ignoring her, but if she had to listen to one more story about Mel fucking a guy she was going to pull her hair out. Instead she was more focused on what would happen after hig...
This is the entire first chapter. I considered breaking it down into smaller groups for a more dramatic effect at the right moment, but honestly, that would be a ton of incredibly short chapters for such a story. I didn't want to detract from what's going on. I hope you enjoy meeting Amnesia, the REAL Amnesia (not the fantasy dream Amnesia from Cordelia's...
Sophia grabbed her cell phone and answered it on the second ring. She was waiting on three phone calls and hoped that this was one of them. "Hello?" Sophia grabbed a pen and furiously wrote down the information that the limousine company was giving her. She had a wedding she was planning for Saturday and at the last moment the bride had decided the whole w...
My name is Stephen McCain, formerly Alex Shay, and I'm a tall and lean young black man living in the city of Plymouth, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student-athlete at Saint Meredith College, a small private school located in the heart of Plymouth. These days, I'm finally doing alright. I've escaped from the clutches of my evil family. Black American fami...
All characters in the story are completely fictional and have no relation to any one person living or dead. All characters are also above the age of 18. Chapter 1: The Job and Mrs. Bramstead I sat in a waiting room with three other men about my age, all clearly having just left graduate school in search of a successful first teaching job. The difference be...