When most people look at me, they see a six-foot-one, lean and dark-skinned Black man with curly Black hair and light brown eyes. They make all kinds of assumptions. I'm presumed to be some kind of criminal simply because I am Black and male. I'm also presumed to be a potential threat to national and even global security because I come from a Muslim backgrou...
Eighteen-year-old college freshman Mitchell Romini slowly proceeded down Massachusetts Avenue, strolling through the city's main street in the wet, foggy first Friday night of September. It was the end of his first full week, at Harvard College to be precise, and he damn well needed some relaxation. The first week had been a whirlwind tour of the myriad poss...
On holidays, I like driving into the parking lots of big stores, just to be the only car in the lot, to see the dark-eyed windows, to see how no one goes in and out the doors. The snow falls to the asphalt, breezes across it like a specter. For one day, every large and bumbling thing is still, silent things able to be heard all the noise and clamor limite...
I sat at my Vanity table getting ready to go out. Our family was dining with the Holisters that evening. I guess it was by way of apology. My Dad said it was to show everyone that Mr H supported me and Jake, as well as the Dean. I sat staring at my reflection in the mirror as though I were a stranger to myself. My mind far from my task. In a few short ye...
I was a writer that had pretty much found her niche as an interviewer. I learned that people had no trouble opening up to a small freckled faced redhead with no discernible tits. My first hit interview was with a young chef whose food I liked. Her restaurant was doing OK but it was her struggle to be accepted as a woman chef that held the interview togeth...
The meeting. It was just a sterile hotel meeting room. Fluorescent lights over a small table, blinds drawn on the small windows. Uncomfortable chairs that inflicted pain on the users if sat upon for long periods of time. "From a design standpoint, is there any reason for you to recommend that a automobile leave the Memphis facility with a defect that woul...
Nydia's boots made a rather strange sound as I plunged my cock into her ass from behind. Ninve wasn't kidding about her fetish for wearing them, not that I had any complaints. It was funny to know that this proper Mormon girl had such naughty fantasies and ideas, but she did so, much to my delight. I wouldn't want a serious deal with her, however, since she...
Author's note: Many thanks to my readers and those of you who have encouraged me to keep sharing my stories. I am especially grateful to those women who have contacted me and shared your own experiences. Collaborating with you on this and other stories has been educational, electric, and fun. I enjoy doing the final drafts with you and getting them published...
Francine too a small sip of her Long Island Iced Tea and glanced around the hotel's small bar. An older couple sat at one of the tables, talking quietly and laughing together. Two men, both in their mid-forties sat at another table talking about football over a pitcher of beer. Another table was occupied by an older woman and a younger man, heads together, w...
All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this... blah, blah, blah. * She had red hair. It was obviously a dye-job. Most likely to hide the natural grey that I'm sur...