My name is Wilson Tetu and I'm a young black man of Cameroonian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. City of Champions rocks! I'm currently a student at the Brockton Institute of Technology, a four-year private school located in Brockton's West Side. I've been going there since graduating from Brockton High School in 2006. It's a damn good s...
Part 1: Susan Wu discovers an eager recruit for her clinic Cynthia-Dawn Yang had never been one of those Chinese students in your school whose homework was always prepared and perfect and went home to practise the piano for hours. She got by in life depending more on her good looks than on her abilities. It was rumoured that she had only graduated from high...
Jennifer looked at the non-descript suburban office building as she pulled her beat up old Ford into the parking lot. It was a dull box that could have been off any interstate in North America. This one, however, housed the Flynn institute for sexual research. It was little known that the man who made millions from on-line porn had funded this institute to s...
4 The coffee pot bubbled upstairs, its thick morning smell slithering down the cellar steps to bring my thoughts back to earth. I had been elsewhere, it seemed. I set eight-six-one back in his cage and changed the water, the food. Then I checked the other cages to make sure the other creatures were still visible, or alive. They were both. I stumbled over t...
Janet looked out of the windshield as the Cessna 172 approached the airstrip carved out of the jungle that covered most of the tropical island. She could see the buildings that housed the world-famous Simian Institute and felt a combination of exhilaration and fear. Exhilaration that she, a lowly junior pre-veterinary student, had been selected as a student...
This story is best enjoyed if you imagine yourself watching a televised sporting event. While there are real places and one real school mentioned, all characters are totally fictitious and it's all in good fun-NOT to be taken seriously. I had a lot of fun writing this silliness-hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback are cherished! All characters are over 1...
Chapter 1 - Field trip It was just a regular morning. Bernard woke up at 6:00 and grabbed his morning coffee. He had put the machine next to the bed a long time ago since he preferred his coffee right away to get the day started. After a morning shower and some breakfast he was soon on his way. Say what you want about Bernard but he liked being on time. It...
My name is Jericho Stanford. I'm a six-foot-tall and rather good-looking young black man living in rural Virginia. I am originally from New York, but ever since I won myself an academic scholarship to an elite Virginian school, I've been living there. The only thing I missed about New York was my boyfriend Manny. My tall, good-looking and well-endowed chocol...
It was a miserable, rainy day in London on 15 November 1939. Most of the city's inhabitants sat in their houses; children that usually were frolicking outside were forced to entertain themselves indoors due to the very heavy rain that drowned the city. Rain crashing down from the heavens filled the eardrums of most of London's population, except for the pati...
See introduction to Nora Before We Met.1. (My wife recalls her first summer of sex) ***** Several weeks after Nora described for me her sexual activities with her first lover, David, during her eighteenth summer, Nora said she had other memories to share with me. "James, when I began college at the School of the Chicago Art Institute I immediately began...