Weddings, John decided as he propped himself up on the bar at the country club reception and surveyed the gathering, were enjoyed only by those under twenty-five or over seventy years of age. Those two distinctly different demographic groups shared two common interests at events celebrating inevitably short-lived matrimonial harmony, free booze and immunity...
Well, my next stop on my little trip is Wisconsin. My grandpa grew up there so there are a few places I want to check out. I have talked to this Jenn girl online and she was way cool and I had her number so I figured I would call her and see if she could show me the town or what not. I called her number and surprisingly I got her. she wasn't online or slee...
My generous Mistress has given me permission to publish this. My beloved Mistress is a night owl. At midnight she telephones me to prepare myself because she is coming over in 30 minutes. Thrilled by the prospects, I get out of bed, shower and toilet quickly, dress myself and lay out the cuffs, ropes and floggers for her. I know she will want to undress me...
10 years of marriage over, just like that! I should have seen it coming but I never did pay that much attention to my marriage, which was the problem. Still at least we are not bitter with each other and I now have the freedom I often daydreamed about. It took me about 3 weeks before I decided to start dating again but being shy and not much of a party ani...
In the eyes of the world, he's the bogeyman, the roughneck athlete, the wild man, the sexual animal. In my eyes, he is simply beautiful. My magnificent Black man. My name is Ariel Adewale, and I'm a young biracial woman of Nigerian and Lebanese descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My parents and I hail from Southern Nigeria, and we've b...
This story is written for A Horse With No Game! :) ***** ____Mrs. Felicia Donner lay upon a steamer chair, beside a small table littered with empty margarita glasses, and cursed the sun. The ultraviolet penetrated her eyelids, burned its way down her optic nerves, and set the ethyl alcohol in her capillaries to a boil. She felt like her head would split i...
I was at this fraternity party. Usually I don't go to these things; too much trouble, too many drunk guys, too many lost memories and way too many hangovers. Sophomore year, I thought Well, I am going to be here for the next couple years, I might as well go... I hadn't drunken anything alcoholic when I got dragged in to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." Of cou...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, except for the character of Rob Bourdon of ‘Linkin Park’ and this never happened to him either. Warning: Intended for mature, open-minded readers due to some sexual content. In the early morning of January 27, 2002, a very pretty, blo...
The restaurant is intimate and secluded. Our booth is in the back, and we are more or less isolated from the few other patrons who are enjoying their meals tonight. As we are sitting close to each other, talking quietly, my right hand has slipped under the floor-length table cloth, and is tracing lazy patterns on your leg. "What are you doing?" you ask, pret...
This is the sequel to "Redhead Pressed Against a Window" (by request). I suggest you read it, but you don't have to. ******************************* A new year in university -- back to residence. Since I was a third year now, I got an actual choice in where I could live. I chose the same room as last year... after all, it had all sorts of pleasant memories...