I'm the crown prince of all things weird. The name is Julius Jean Guillaume. A tall, and kind of chubby young Haitian-American guy. Six feet three inches tall, dark brown skin and a shaved head. I also keep my face void of beard and mustache. I think it's neater that way. Got to look good if you're a stud, know what I mean? These days, I'm on vacation. It's...
Lengthy intro time: First of all, this is my first work posted under this user name. I write most of my stories under a different nom de plume. I have a fine collection of H ratings on my stories, and only a few are trashed, most because of premise, some because the asshole didn't actually, you know, read the story. Back to this handle: I adopted it whe...
My name is Thomas Jessel and I'm a big and tall, ruggedly handsome young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Dale down in Boston. I'm one of many commuter students from neighboring Massachusetts towns who attend that school. It's a fairly decent institution. It's the setting of my current adventures. I'm a regi...
She had agreed to meet him for lunch at the mall. It was a safe place where they could get to know one another before deciding to move on to the next stage. So they sat down for a meal at UNO's of all places, right next to the carousel in the food court and started talking about their different prefers and likes. After the meal, he asked if she'd like to j...
I had just broken up with my girlfriend of two years. I spent a couple of weeks moping around the house, thinking that I had lost my last chance for love, my last chance for happiness, and perhaps most importantly, my last chance for sex. Everything around the house reminded me of Kimberly. My room was littered with homemade picture frames, stuffed animals t...
I snapped awake in my bed hearing my Mistresses alarm go off in the next room. I ran a finger on my 36 C breast and let a small moan and quickly stopped knowing that if my Mistress caught me I would have to pay a steep price. None of her slaves or pets was allowed to play with their self unless we were given stick permission, which hardly happens, or Mistres...
No one at the high school caught Sibley's attention, and she didn't catch theirs either. She was tiny for eighteen, wispy and forgettable, her hair and eyes mud brown and unassuming. She sat at the back of every class, doodling fat lines with the softest pencil she could buy at the tiny corner store; she drew face after achingly intimate face. Sibley was th...
It has taken 3 chapters to write this story, and i request the readers to go through all of them to decide on its worth! As an Post graduate student, I came to the Southern city of Hyderabad, India, to stay and study with my uncle for a period of 1 year. This is the summary story of the first 6 months. With the age of 21 dawning on me recently, the lonely...
Author's Note: These are the same two main characters from A Tale of Two Sisters. This story takes place several months later, and, again, is based on true events. ***** Kim had started another semester of school, and I was working at a movie store. With just six classes to go, I'd decided to take a break from my English Lit degree. Me and Kim had discusse...
Contrarily to what most people believe, there are a lot of women who crave anal sex out there. Trust me on that one. The name is Samuel Xavier. My friends call me Brother Samuel. A big and tall, good-looking bisexual black gentleman in his mid-twenties living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Also known as Champion City, USA. The summer of 2009 is upon...