The name is Raul Foreman. A big and tall, caramel-skinned young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Saint Francis University's School of Business. I'm only one semester away from getting my Master's degree in Business Administration. And to be honest, I can't wait. I've been at the school for six years now. Did all my undergra...
This is not a sex story in the sense of skin on skin action, but it IS erotic literature. Please read as much for style as a story and not just an "electronic piece of ass" ... and I hope you enjoy! * He could still taste the last drops of wine, a mid-grade pinot noir, on her unpainted lips -- a welcome after-effect of the lingering kiss with just a hint o...
As agreed, we met at a small open-air coffeeshop in the more relaxed area of downtown. It was the sort of commercial neighborhood that was designed to make patrons look professional but hip. I'm sure that if I were looking I'd see a Starbucks or a Bruegger's somewhere nearby. I found her seated at a corner table under a large, and potentially real, potted fi...
If there is one part of Ottawa that I can't stand, it's the environs of Kanata. The most boring spot in all of provincial Ontario. Yet for some reason, the security company I work for keeps sending me there. I go where the money is, but I don't have to like it. The other day, I caught hell trying to make it there, man. I live in the east end of Ottawa, and h...
When she walked into the house, it was quiet and she thanked heavens he wasn't home. She wanted to get her things out of the house with as little drama as possible. She'd known he'd be at the gym at this time of the day so it was a great time to gather her life out of his house. Placing her set of keys on the coffee table in the living room, she made a beeli...
The air smelled musty, and the thick smell of cigarette smoke clouded her nostrils. Amy Thompson sat at her usual bar, in her usual spot, drinking her usual Corona Light. She watched her best friend pulling the man she was dancing with by his tie. Her friend bit her lip seductively. Amy sighed. She'd definitely have the apartment to herself tonight. For...
Sitting in the university library, minding my own business. Just like a good student. That's what I was doing until she came along. Who am I talking about? Ajooni Patil, or AJ, as I call her. Hello boo, she said, wrapping her arms around me, and gently kissing me on the cheek. Her lips pressed against my cheek sent a thrill down my spine, in the most pleasur...
This is a fantasy story about you exhibiting yourself on a train and how things get carried away. We have been invited to a leather or denim theme night but women are not allowed to wear jeans so you say we won't go. The thing is we have been invited by one of your suppliers John and all the other girls from work are going so they are pressurising you. Plus...
"It's ethics!" Debra said. "Oh, bullshit. You are a Doctor, why in the hell should I have to go see a different one and pay them when I have you right here?" I was feeling a bit crabby at that. It was going to cost me the Medicare co-pay. "Danny, even if I did see you I would have to bill you, the system I work for would insist on that." "Hell, that's lik...
Author's note: This is my very first story I hope you enjoy it as is did writing it. I would really like to give a Very Special "Thank you" to arbenitre, after driving him crazy he still went above and beyond and took the time out of his busy schedule to edit this story for me. All feedback is welcome and I will always answer any and all questions. Enjoy!...