I had been gone off shore working for three weeks and was very glade to see the gate to the Ant Farm in front of me. The Ant Farm was the home that Shell and I made after a few years of rough necking my way around the Gulf of Mexico making money in the oil patch. Shell had done most of the work, but it was our dream and our home. Pulling up I could see bet...
He could see his wife in the room, as well as several other people, including the professor. Most of them were taking off their lab coats, obviously preparing to depart. Most - but not the professor or his wife. He ducked back down and said to Marianne: "Turn off the ringer on your mobile and I'll call you" "Now?" "Yes, now!" So she did and with the l...
My name is Henry Shawn. I was once one of Hollywood's best movie directors. One of the most successful black men in the business. I don't look like your typical movie director. I stand six feet two inches tall, muscular and thick, with dark brown skin. I weigh exactly 230 pounds. I was once a football player, throughout high school and college. I went to fil...
It was a big, simple brown box, at least big enough to hold a pair of boots or a home theatre system, held shut with one piece of packing tape. Rick hold her she was not to open it until the party tonight. Ellie thought back to when she was a kid. Her brothers taught her how to slit open tape on Christmas presents with a razor blade and repair the cut with...
Mike wondered what he had gotten himself into. He knew what would be required of him if he wanted to join their group. Simply put he was there for the pleasure of the three men and the woman sitting on the sofa. He also knew this was a one time thing and that if anyone else joined he'd get his turn to receive pleasure and not have to worry about giving. As...
My name is Stephen Volmer. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Today is The Big Tuesday. I'm driving around my city in a van. I'm giving rides to people as they try to get to their voting polls. I really want a Democrat in the White House in the year 2008. I never thought I'd give a damn about a politician but a...
The name is Eileen Janet Calhoun and I'm a six-foot, blonde-haired and green-eyed, voluptuous young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am a social worker by trade and my husband Keith Calhoun is a tax lawyer. He works for one of the biggest firms in Boston. We both live in a nice house on Brockton's west side. This here is our story...
If you are like me then you are living a good monogamous life and enjoying the occasional flirt outside the house but nothing more. You and your beautiful little wife sometimes get in the mood and talk dirty about fucking others or play out a fantasy that you both know will remain just that. A typical night is dinner, a movie and a quick fuck then before you...
Editor's Note: story contains Gay Male content. Context - My dad shamed me on a regular basis when I was growing up. I would spend a lot of time in front of the mirror while I was doing my hair, pretending to talk to a girl that I was crushing on, or blatantly singing along with an *NSYNC or Backstreet Boys song. He would tell me right to my face that I w...
Saturday morning. Romulus Johnson woke up and stretched. This tall, good-looking black man had nothing to do. He worked as a police officer in the city of Boston. Five days a week. He got the weekends off, to do with as he pleased. Romulus loved his job but he was a young man and wanted to enjoy himself while he still could. He didn't want to look back two d...