This is not intended as a standalone story. It is a 'second page' to my story. The Painting. I suppose you could read this as a standalone, but you would miss a lot. All of the character development and theme of the story is in The Painting. That theme being of Cancer and one man's recovery and the path back to his life and relationships. Page two is more Ja...
Dear readers, each word of the story you are about read is true. You might have read hundreds of stories involving an inter-racial encounter but this is one of the rare, if not the first, story of an Indian woman, my wife, and a black guy. Though this happened four years ago, it is still very fresh in our memory and I feel like it happened only yesterday....
I was introduce to you at work about a year ago and the first day I saw you I thought wow he's hot, but then I hardly saw you after that working in different departments. Well one work function I had spent a fair bit of the evening with you and knew then I wanted you. But events took hold and our paths departed again. Many months later I had reason to conta...
Please be good for me teddy I asked. She was so cuddly and warm when I was cold. I loved her so much it hurt me sometimes. She was never rude to me and she always made me feel so very good, I just wanted my cock inside her all the time. She knew exactly what I wanted, and whenever I wanted to come inside her she always gave me what I needed. You know, whe...
It was a nice, normal night out in Long Island -- a nice night to walk down the streets with a friend. A friend who was filming a television show here several months out of the year. A friend who was starring in this TV show -- even if it was on the CW and was a prequel series. A friend who happened to be AnnaSophia Robb, of several Disney and young adult f...
A cool grey lay over everything in sight. As I walked along the path I felt it's chill soak into my skin, and deeper into my unprotected neck. I cursed myself for refusing that scarf, but if I'm wishing for what I can't have, why not a car with the heater blasting, and the window cracked to give me a taste of cool air. The dull repetitive beat of a song I ca...
Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I'm just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn't just being thirty. Maybe it's the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain't where I thought I'd be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live...
I had gone to bed a little groggy the night before, assisted by some Jim Beam and sheer fatigue, as I had worked one hell of a day at Winthrop and Associates, a top-notch advertising firm, before I got home for a Valentine's Day date with Shelly, my wife of just one year. The date had gone well, partly due to Shelly's giving nature, where she had actually co...
"Hi baby." "yeah I'm okay." "Oh I'm outside right now." "...at the party still...I know it's late." (sighs) "Yeah...uh...we had fun." "Yeah the party was soooo good! Everyone was so cool here and the music was amaziinnng. Like, pretty much the best party I've ever been to." (long pause) "Um...how are you?" "You went to bed early? On a Friday??" "Yo...
I reminded her of how nice Phil had been at their dinner-date. "Oh yeah" she said. "I do have that date on Saturday with him." By the weekend the abrasions on her face and her breasts, caused by Paul's beard, were pretty much gone, she felt better about that. Phil, mild mannered, funny, nerdy Phil, sounded very safe - probably, we both thought, not rig...