The name is Marlon Brown and I write these lines as a man determined to speak the truth, regardless of what happens to me. I'm a black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I've lived there with my family ever since my youth. I went out of town for a while, and attended Cunningham College in the city of Boston. I majored in Computer Science back when it see...
Here I was, a 18 year old high school senior, standing in my hot neighbor's dark bedroom peering between the cracked bathroom door at the stunning figure behind the frosted shower door glass. Steam from the shower filled the small room and I knew today was the day. I had done this a dozen times before, each time getting more and more confident in my actions...
Jamie was your typical high school jock, with one exception. He had already turned eighteen and was starting his Senior year at a brand new school. After getting caught dating his math teacher and the gossip that followed, his parents thought it best that he get his priorities in order. Being one of the best pitchers in the area and a lefty to boot, Saint Ma...
It's my life! Seriously. I wish they'd get off my back about these things. Everybody needs a day off at some point, right? My name is Jason Cormier. A six-foot-three, bulky young man with dark brown skin, short curly black hair and light bronze eyes. I'm half African-American and half Caucasian, of French and Greek descent. The world knows me as the Superher...
Please read the first two chapters so you know who these people are and where they are, literally and emotionally. The Roof "Marian! Marian!" I heard a female voice call out, "Over here!" I crawled toward the sound, threading my way past red-eyed and red-bottomed women and the legs of men, one of whom bent down to give my right bun a pinch. I soon found...
Author's Note: This is a cheating wife story. If this offends you or it's not your particular cup of tea, please pass it by. - - - - - Taylor pressed her security badge against the electronic panel. She heard the lock click and opened the door into the law firm where she worked. It was just a little past six in the morning and as usual, she was the firs...
Sorry to all it took me this long to write another chapter. I hope to keep this story going to conclusion now. Thanks to all of you that have written to encourage me to finish this. Jason's mind raced about what Beth had said the night before. So much so, that he couldn't study. Her statement, she loved him, and his similar response back, had him wonderin...
It had been a long day and I was happy to see the line growing short. I love book signings, but I'm usually pretty happy when they wind down to the last few stalwarts and I know I can finally stop being "on". I surveyed the line and only saw five more people and knew the end was in sight. The third to last person handed me the book and said, "Hi Mister M. Wi...
This story is an attempt, possibly ill-advised, to mix erotica and mystery. It takes a while to become, hopefully, erotic and is rather long. I hope readers enjoy it. Unless the comments are negative, there will be a subsequent installment to conclude the story. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously...
Babysitting and getting my first black man I met my first boyfriend in high school and we had been dating for about a year and a half. His name was Matt. He was the quiet loner type and he had a mysterious quality about him I was drawn to. We met shortly after I transferred to the school in grade 12. Neither of us went to college after we graduated with the...