My name is Jeffrey Jackson Stewart. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the great state of Maine. I have some news for you. Are you ready? The world is mine. End of story. Why? Well, maybe you should ask yourself why not. All my life, I knew that I was destined for greatness. I know. Every brat in foster care tells himself or herself that. It...
Somewhere on the rolling planes of the United States, far away from the busy cities, with the next nearest house at least an hour’s drive away, there was a ranch. It was run by a divorced blonde woman in her mid 50’s called Blanche Rochard, who had 2 daughters from her previous marriage and one from her first boyfriend which she only dated for a month. Clair...
MORE BIG BOOBS, LESS PIZZA Part #2 of four parts. A little reminder. Two pair of full firm boobies, so much alike yet completely different. One set round like soft balls escaping from Dollie's chest, small pale areolas slightly above center, and almost flat nipples the size of pencil erasers. The others shaped more like teepees, puffy chocolate colored ar...
I rolled onto my right side and snuggled into Jasmine's back with a contented sigh, the first rays of morning sun not yet lighting the cabin's windows. Tucked far back into my sixty acres of woodland, early mornings were a dark and peaceful time. Breathing deeply, I inhaled her scent, enjoying the faint floral smell of some unnamable flower. Today was Saturd...
The Happy Mysogynist From a conversation on Prodigy Internet Chat from around 1998. For years I sat day after day on a chat line looking for personal stories. I started opening my own room, since the program let me, named something like "Tell me sex stories," or sometimes "True sex confessions." Wild women would tell me something viciously naughty, I hoped...
The name is Seraphim Joseph. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I attend nearby Algonquin College, where I'm taking up the Program of Police Foundations. I want to work for the Ontario Provincial Police someday. After I graduate from Algonquin College, I'm heading straight to Carleton University. I...
If you think you have a complicated life, you should really walk a mile in my shoes. A lot of people say that. I actually mean it. My name is Ramon Hamilton Costa. I was born in the City of Los Angeles, California. The son of a Spanish immigrant father and African-American mother. My father Ernesto Costa died shortly before my birth, leaving my mother Theres...
A/N This is my first submission to lit. I am by no means a professional writer but have been writing for some years since my advanced English classes in high school. I am looking for any and all feedback on my current story, and based on the outcome of that I may or may not continue this tale. All characters are over 18 years of age and all are a creation o...
Part I - The Marks The people who say that you got used to nudity had it half right. Sure, you got to the point where you could take to a friendly naked woman without getting a chubby all right, if they were all naked all the time and so were you, as was the generally the case at Del Rey Pismo Beach on lovely Proxima Island Florida. It was a nude beach, aft...
This story happened far far away, and a long time ago. Exactly, in the 70es of the 20th century, in the countryside near Volokolamsk, some 200 km north west of Moscow. And Brezhnev, the Gulags and all this kind of things have absolutely nothing to do with it. In those times and in those places, life was not exactly easy, neither in the countryside, nor in...