I suspect that you would need to read the earlier two stories (One Fine Massage, and One Fine Massage 2) to understand my state of mind. as I returned to class on Monday. After a 24 year marriage to a loving wife, who in all that time had never shown the slightest interest in another male, I was still in a bit of shock, to put it mildly, from having watch...
All she wanted was to have a good time. And upon first seeing the girl, he knew he needed to be with her. She sat quietly under a tree, meditating. It was a bad habit, but every day she let her mind wander for half an hour. Today she was having an interesting visualization. After spending the past two weeks away from home in a structured environment, her sex...
Chapter 46 The Legacy of Archangel Michael Michael's bank flourished and he prospered personally and financially as well as emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually. When he prospered so did his community of South Boston because, unlike other patron saints of the people who helped their neighborhoods only because they grew up there and leaving when they...
My name is Gregory Karl Hinds. Friends call me G.K. I'm a six-foot-three, good-looking young black man living in the city of Boston. I attend Boston Metropolitan College ( also known as BMC ) on a student-athlete scholarship for football. It's a lot less fun than it sounds. To the casual observer, Boston Metropolitan College seems like a dream come true. Tha...
Sophie was asleep in her bed, when all of a sudden she was awake. Though the room was the same as it always is, with dark shadows cast by the glimmer of street light peeking through her translucent pink curtains. She felt uneasy, like there was a presence in the room with her. Probably just too much cheese before bed. She rolled over to go back to sleep and...
A lot of people are saying some disturbing things about the State of the Black Community in North America, the burdens of the Black man and the plight of the Black woman. What do I have to say to all those haters? Um....how about fuck you? Everybody has problems. The Black person doesn't own sin. And plenty of us are doing alright, thank you very much. My n...
I work in a large hospital in the Southeast, and many evenings require us to stay overnight in the call rooms the hospital provides for us. And while this is a southern institution, espousing Baptist fundamentals, I found out one night, some true southern hospitality of another nature. I was asleep one night in a call room which has two single beds, and alm...
It was late Friday afternoon at work and nothing was getting done. I had been sitting in my office attempting to visit a few of my favorite internet sites but unfortunately found that our new IT guy had done a reprehensibly good job at blocking access to anything even remotely interesting. Finally giving up, I vowed to improve my hacking skills and try again...
My name is Julius Blanks. In my lifetime, I've been called many things. All kinds of names, really. Being a tall, good-looking, healthy, college-educated black male has made me the envy of some and a threat to others. I don't know why. I'm an ordinary man who has a life and goes to work and puts his pants on one leg at a time. This is me. Unfortunately, lots...
Chapter Ten Monday's are never much fun. All the stuff that happened over the weekend piles up and gets stacked up next to all the stuff that needs to be dealt with for that day, and all the reporters have their assignments, and all the editors and producers have their stuff to handle and everyone just gets on everyone else's nerves and to make things absol...