Chapter 10 A First Date and More Monday, September 5, 2011 "So you played baseball in high school," Kirsten said as they sat on the sun drenched third base side bleachers. "I've been playing baseball since I was Mica's age," Jesse said with a smile. "Little League, then Babe Ruth League, then high school. I've been lucky. I got to play a lot early on an...
Leaning back against the wooden benches I take a deep breath, luxuriating in the feeling of the steam in the sauna pulled deep in my lungs. The moist heat of the room is so refreshing after that crazy cardio class, I know I'm going to be sore again tomorrow but at the moment I don't really care as I feel myself melting against the bench. It's a pretty nice s...
Continued from "Hockey Night" Laying, stretched out on the ground, I try to catch my breath from that last orgasm. You are sitting next to me, frowning at me. I wasn't supposed to cum. I was being punished for tying you up. I wasn't allowed to watch my hockey game, I was supposed to pleasure you, not myself. In the background, I hear the sounds of th...
So far in my story, I have revealed how I made a daring proposition to two eighteen year old students, who were in need of cash to pay for an expedition to Mauritius in return for being my friends with benefits. This little tale is taking you back to the autumn, on a day in September when I had been seeing the girls for a few weeks. I would now like to share...
The name is Stephen Saint Michel. I'm a young man living in the truly fabulous city of Boston. I attend Cadmus University, where I major in business administration. I'm currently in my third year. In June of 2010 I'm getting my bachelor's degree. Then I'm sticking around to get my MBA. Hey, even a modern-day superman like myself has got to get his education,...
My name is Josh Fernando and I'm a student at Brutus College in Sanford, Maine. Originally, I'm from the Island Nation of Haiti, down in the Caribbean. Cap Haitian is my hometown. I attended College Notre Dame, an all-male private Catholic High School located in Cap. I received a very good education which prepared me for dealing with the world. This year, I...
Studying was what I was really good at, but interest? It had to be field hockey. My dad was a great hockey player in his college days, but an untimely and serious knee injury prevented him from pursuing it as a career. Since young, I had been watching live, televised games and even highlights. Anything but playing it. I had to blame my mum for her overprotec...
[Author's note: This story is inspired in part by an incident from one of the many terrific stories by Harddaysknight. I hope he'll forgive me; after all, as Mark Twain should have said, "plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery".] [Author's note #2: The continuation to this story will probably not appear right away.] * There are certainly lots of blu...
Contrary to what you might have heard, the state of the affairs between Black men and Black women in North America is not deplorable. Don't believe everything the media tells you. They only choose to show negative images of us. I know Black guys and Black girls who are scholarship winners, outstanding achievers, gifted intellectuals and savvy businesspeople...
Standing on the porch of the lavish, white house that lay a mere three blocks from campus, I nervously rang the doorbell to meet Louise, the eccentric woman who was to interview me for one of the five rooms she rented exclusively to members of the hockey team for the college I attended, Minnesota State at Mankato. I had just completed my freshman year and de...