Thomas Pierre Calvary is the name that fate and family saw fit to give me, but T.P. is what my friends call me. I was born in the town of Boston, Massachusetts, to a Haitian father and Ethiopian-American mother. I know, it's not exactly a mix you hear about every day, that's for sure. My parents themselves, Jean-Pierre Calvary and Elisabeth Melkamu come from...
Thanks for the comments I've received. Hell, thanks for reading the story in the first place. This is a continuation of "Robbie and Nora". It's more drawn-out than the first chapter, which was a little rushed. I think I fell victim to the "don't bore us; get to the chorus" syndrome. Hope you like it. ____________________________ Nora could feel Robbie's c...
Dear Santa, I haven’t written to you in a while. Well, years actually. It’s not because I didn’t think about you but I thought you’d be busy with all the children in the world. As an adult, I didn’t want to bother you.... Oh and by the way, thank you for the doll when I was five. It was just what I wanted. Anyway, lately I’ve been feeling a little neglect...
Janet sat quietly unsure of what Linda had in store for her. She had no idea how long she sat there. She must have been really tired and the warmth of the fire and having just been bathed was incentive enough to fall asleep. Janet dreamt she was a cat and was lying besides the fire warming herself and licking herself clean. That was the sensation that she f...
Who Put the X in X-Mas" is Part Seven of the sexual story of my life. "Gobble Gobble" which was posted on 11/21 was Part Six. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past sins is part of my repentance. Daddy was waiting for me at the front door when I arrived home from college for X-mas break. We hugged and kissed and I started crying. "Oh Daddy, I missed you...
Justine smiled excitedly as she drove her V.W. through the darkening Carolina hills on her way to the country home of her godfather Leo and his wife Sophia. It was her first spring break, and her boyfriend had to stay on campus. Her roommates were headed to Daytona to chase boys and get wasted. They teased her about her decision not to go, said she was too i...
Two broad feet of white and pink cloth stretched taut against two perfectly round lumps of rump hovered over the table in front of me. What it led to God only knew but for the moment I was content to stare, the saliva stirring fast in my mouth and my own slab of meat growing harder by the second. I wasn't the only one staring either; two muscular, dirty men...
It was a perfect holiday, the sand beneath our feet, her hand in mine. Looking at her and she smiles back at me, warmth spreading throughout my body. I squeeze her hand a little tighter, just to feel it. How wonderfully real it feels. She turns towards me and we embrace, only a few birds above are present to witness our love. They will never tell of what the...
I firmly believe that the porn star Peter North is the god that all cocksuckers should worship. I mean who hasn't watched a scene in a porno with him in it and wanted to wrap their lips around his massive cock? It's long, thick, and perfect in every way. I get so jealous of those sexy women he's with as they get to suck and fuck him, his mighty manhood pushi...
At the end of "Wasted Years" the older gentleman and the much younger woman had finally fallen asleep in a huge hammock outside their cottage, following a night of festive dining and drinking. The author strongly suggests that you read the first segment before this one. Decades of habit caused my eyes to open with the first rays of the sun. You were lying n...