Sitting inside the Harvard University library, Evan wondered for the thousandth time why the good Lord made him. Seriously. As a devout Christian, he never questioned the Will of Heaven. However, lately he'd become convinced that God sometimes made mistakes. And one of those mistakes was obviously Evan Blackstone. How else could he explain how he'd never onc...
Ch. 1 Progressive Dinners Following is a story of fact and fiction. The initial progressive dinner took place exactly as presented. What happened afterward is pure fiction, but fiction couched in the context of the social network that grew as described and existed for several years. This chapter is almost completely background, developing the main character...
Are you a sex-obsessed person? Do you love it? Do you think anonymous sex is a worthwhile way to spend time? If so, my friends, then this is definitely the story for you. My name is Calhoun Shore. I am a young Black student from the University of Utah. These days, my chief occupation is going to class. At least, that's what my parents think. I effortlessly g...
"You are free to enjoy the evening without fear or guilt. I will love you just the same tomorrow. No matter what." Those were the words spoken by Gary to his wife, Samantha, late Wednesday afternoon. Samantha had spent the better part of an hour preparing for a blind date with the mysterious and oddly-named Crue. They were to meet at a local Mexican restaur...
Isabella was exhausted after a long day of cleaning her master's house. He was very meticulous in the way things were to be cleaned and replaced. She followed his written directions closely and marking each task as she completed them. And now she was on her last task, perched high above the floor on a ladder dusting the crystal chandelier that hung in his st...
*This is a work of fiction. Most of my stories are true, but I do have unrealized fantasies...that I'll try to make reality...hope you enjoy!* *Note-this is part four of my story entitled 'Best camping trip ever for CD'...if you haven't read the first three parts, or at least part two and three, you won't understand what's going on at first. I don't like to...
The doctor sat waiting for me to speak. She was behind me in her big leather chair holding a steno pad and an expensive pen. I was lying on her matching leather couch, wondering where to begin. I had no clue how to tell the story, so I just started talking. "I was a sacrifice in a Polynesian fertility ritual," I told her. "I see," she mumbled. Yeah, I'...
I had retired to a country acreage following a career of nearly forty years in the financial industry. Even though my career had brought me enough wealth to live comfortably for several lifetimes, it also came with a price. There was the failed marriage and the strained relationship with my children, as the absent father, while I pursued my career goals. I t...
At five o'clock in the afternoon Fred felt fucked. He had been sent here by High Command to conquer this miserable little planet and all he could do at the moment was feel fucked. He rolled over on the ground where he had been lying for most of the afternoon, groaned as a splitting pain shot through his body, held his head in his hands and began cursing in a...
The Israeli Opera Tel-Aviv-Yafo needs an assistant librarian, and Rachel enters the librarian's office to apply for the job. Leah, the chief librarian, attentively listens to her and peruses her résumé, but she suddenly feels a pang – Rachel may be lesbian! Leah is bisexual and, like most non-heterosexuals, has developed a "gaydar" in order to detect people...