This actually happened to me. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent, but aside from that this is a 100% true story. -- -- I don’t usually look at the “strictly platonic” section of the contacts website I use, but for some reason I did a few days back. Or at least, I must have, because when I opened my Instant Messenger last Friday evening...
Both starting their second year at a large university in New Orleans, Skylar and Rose had met when they had been paired as dorm mates their first day on campus the previous year. They were both from small towns, both an only child, and both had left home and come to school with a small-town naivety regarding a city like The Big Easy. They had both been relie...
"Anjali, I'm the kind of person who switches gears pretty fast, and it works for me, so, later, it's your loss," I said to my ex, a lovely, diminutive and curvy brown gal from Kerala, India, whom I made the mistake of giving two years of my life to. Anjali Shaji looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and folded her arms. Shaking my head, I walked aw...
One evening I was out with some friends from work, we went to a small bar that was crowded. As the evening progressed the bar thinned out and there was a woman sitting alone at one of the tables. She was in her late thirties and was wearing a white blouse with black slacks on. She was quite attractive. All of the guys that I was with were in the mid twenti...
I have been to Thailand on business a number of times, and occasionally for golf with the guys. It is a place I love, so exotic, so friendly, and so easy. My wife and I have been on holiday to resorts there too, and always had a great time. It's one of those places that intoxicates you, one of those places where sex and romance are always highest on the age...
Just after I completed my graduation and returned back home, I was given the charge of managing the production line of our industry running on 24 hour round the clock basis. My duty will start from 8 in the night and end at 8 in the morning. However, being an engineer and the son of the owners, I had the privilege of choosing when to be at work. We had our...
Note: This submission has only the suggestion of sex and contains a Christian religious theme. If that isn't your cup of tea, consider not reading, voting or commenting on this story....thank you. Scott Hanson's foot pressed down on the accelerator as his blood pressure went through the roof. His car careened madly along the narrow side streets leading to...
Eight hours later, Ben was riding in the back of a taxi that was weaving its way along the winding roads of the Bulgarian countryside towards the village where he would be staying with his friend Will. It was where he had lived before when he was here, a small, basic house in a run-down village, but it had land and fruit trees, and as far as Ben was concerne...
A Day to Forget Part 1: Morning He powered into her like a train. (Although as modern trains have electric motors, the brushes of which go round and round, rather than up and down, the metaphor is rather irrelevant for those who only have only ever seen electric or diesel locomotives. It wouldn’t be a train like the 18.30 service from Euston to Milton Key...
My name is Stephen Paul Bastille. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I recently moved there from my beloved City of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I major in Criminal Justice at Carleton University. And I'm a man with a secret. Okay, I'm a man with many secrets. I have issu...