This story could fit in many categories, including reluctance and erotic couplings. I put it in Loving Wives because the comments in this section are always so much "fun." _______________________ For centuries romance authors, and others, have maintained that there is a fine line between romantic love and hate. Up until now that assumption has been based...
My friends always tell me I should write my autobiography. I tell them that no one would believe me because my real life is stranger than the fiction I write. My life has not been a Bed of Roses but It's My Life. I mean stripper, preacher's wife, fundraiser and personal trainer just to name a few of my many careers. Then too I have screwed my share of famous...
Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone, which was in his coat pocket that was lying on one of the other kitchen chairs. As he got up from his chair to walk over to get his phone, he pushed through the protective plastic covering of the pills, extracted one pill and as he was about to place it into his month, he pulled his p...
It is said that as you grow older certain memories shine through the dense blur that is your life. As an elder, humans often reflect on the "What ifs." Not in regret, but in natural curiosity. Which is perfectly understandable, because what is life without the persistent enigma? And although I will never survey my life, pointing out my apparent flaws. I will...
Who says a bisexual man can't have it all? Modern society and the LGBT community apparently. Don't ask these fools. They don't know shit. Just ask me, Samuel Cullen. I'm a black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I presently work for Service Canada. I'm one of those nice people on the phone when you contact the Canadian Government...
As always like any other ignorant human, I thought that nothing out of common sense or bad would happen to me… of course, only until it happened. By what I could remember I was just finishing complaining in the phone because I was three days without internet in both my cellphone and notebook, making me lose the encounters I had marked with a friend of mine i...
Daniella stood at the doorway of her dorm room. It had been four years since she had entered this room and had enjoyed every minute of her college life. She was graduating with a degree in business, not like it was going to be useful. She was already practically engaged to her boyfriend Jared, who was a few years older, and a successful businessman himself....
"That's it, I'm out," said Elise as she threw her controller on the couch and walked to the fridge. "Yo, grab me another beer. I have to keep loose in order to beat your shitty score," said Alex with a smile, throwing his empty beer can in the garbage. "Take it easy on the beers Alex. I'm not letting you crash here again. I got too much crap from my boyfr...
He enters the room silently. I can sense my Master's presence. He is the air that I breathe, the food that I eat, he sustains my life. I am naked and kneeling on a pillow as I have been for what seems like an eternity. "Hello my little one." Just his voice makes me shiver. "I have been waiting for you Sir." I say. He walks silently behind me so that he may r...
The question is not when did machines take over our marriage but how did machines take over our marriage. No, I know the exact date it happened; I can still picture the ad I read in my 'Boobs and Butts' magazine. In giant type it seem to call out to me, "Does your wife think less of you because she can't get an orgasm from you little cock?" Why just that ver...