I don't know when I started to like her. Or why. I remember when I met her. I had seen her before. She was a cute girl walking around. I saw cute girls all the time. So, I wasn't interested. Not really. At the time, I had other things to deal with. I was a young black man in college. It had just begun to dawn on me that I might be 'different' and I wasn't ok...
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...
(OK, so there's a chance this is really a 'NonConsent' story, but overall, it is still about love.) * Joanna had recently been promoted at work, meaning that she was now earning a little more than Mark, and had planned to take him out for dinner the first Friday night after hearing the news. The returned to their favourite French restaurant and both came...
Dawson sat by the dock throwing pebbles into the water. He was angry, confused and felt betrayed ever since Pacey, his best friend had stolen the love of his life. Jack watched from across how angry Dawson was. He knew it sucked for Dawson to have to watch the two people he cared most about be together and leave him out. Jack walked over to where Dawson sa...
The sun rose over the City of Calgary, Alberta, and as usual, Hakim Winston rose with it. Shooting a disgusted look at the body lying next to his, he left his bed, and went to the nearby washroom. Looking in the mirror, he grimaced as he saw what looked back at him. A six-foot-tall, brawny and muscular young man with light brown skin, curly hair and lime-gre...
(I met Judi when she was twenty five years old and I was twenty. Judi of at the time was a hot 5ft. 4in. tall blue eyed curvaceous blonde with 36C breasts with suckable nipples. Getting her sex education traveling back and forth to New York City on weekends I knew there was a lot that she could teach me sexually and also there were things she really didn't w...
This is a work of fiction. Persons, places and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. In particular, Donovan's in San Diego is a real place, but Geoffrey the gay restaurant manager is fictitious. Bart is not a real person, nor is Jodie, the last particularly unfortunately, considering the author is more than halfway in love...
This story has no graphic sex scenes, sorry. Suggest other stories if that is what you want. Comments, suggestions, and critiques are encouraged and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story. Enjoy. I'm sorry, but I have always been a little cynical and recent developments have only strengthened my cynicism. I am having a hard time trusting people now. Le...
I sat at the foot of the bed, about four feet south of the wetspot. I had not made the wetspot, our new Dom had. He'd promised my wife Joy ("the Joy of Sex," as he laughingly called her) a big load and he hadn't lied. In grey shape it reminded me a little of the state of South Carolina. Joy had wiped her vagina afterwards and then tossed the tissues on the b...
They were both 21 when it happened. Jay and Jorge were best friends, always standing by each other. Everyone at their school thought they were pretty cool. And pretty hot, too... One weekend they went to a house party that some of their friends were throwing. Just a lot of young guys and girls partying on their own. Some drank a lot, but Jay and Jorge were...