I'm going to get a little autobiographical on you guys now. The story I'm going to tell you is all true and it's really an explanation of how I learned to make the best carrot cake in the world and why I like it so much. It's my favourite. In college I studied writing, primarily. I have a BA in creative writing but I had to take other classes too and this s...
On a beautiful early summer evening the long, shiny, black Cadillac limo glides to a stop at the curb. The liveried chauffer trots around and opens the passenger side door. A man dressed in a tuxedo exits the limo and enters the uptown apartment building. A second man also dressed in a tuxedo exits the limo and lights a cigarette, blowing perfect smoke rings...
Selecting my mark was easy. The tall one with broad shoulders, dark hair and smouldering eyes at the far end of the platform. He was wearing faded jeans, a white shirt, well worn boots and a casual jacket with a trench coat over the top. Smart but casual, maybe an engineer or an architect. Today I was dressed all in black, turtleneck jumper, and pencil ski...
As I walk past your bedroom door, I see you lying there...masturbating slowly, lost in your pleasure. You don't see me standing there; you don't see the hardness straining my pants as I watch you, almost hypnotically and very sensually plunging fingers deep into yourself. I quietly undress and stepping into the room, I smile at you and close the door quietly...
Oriole Greene came to work at my company as a secretary, but she had ambitions to be a lot more than that. The young woman was taking a night course in programming fundamentals, but she wanted to learn more and faster than the school would let her. She asked me if I would be willing to help her learn Fortran; she had a textbook and a compiler, but she wante...
Note: This is entirely a work of fiction, and a product of the authors imagination... However the author has taken actual events that have been witnessed at various times and used them for inspiration and context... Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely unintentional. * She was young, much younger then I... maybe 25 or 26, definitely not...
She was naked. Her petite body was tanned to a light brown, except where her bikini had protected the creamy skin of her modest breasts and shaved pubic area, from the assault of the Sun and prying eyes of Voyeurs. Her breasts were quite taut in spite of her forty plus years, and although it was very warm, her nipples were engorged. She appeared to be asleep...
Simply put, my bed is very cozy. I have enough pillows and blankets to keep me warm and surrounded by softness. I have a TV and DVD player to keep my occupied for hours. I have a cushy mattress to keep me comfortable all night. When I'm in bed, I have it all. Well, at least I thought so. That was, until I met you. I knew I wanted you in that soft, entertai...
With a last longing look in the ladies' room mirror she shook her hair, trailed an elegant finger over her beautiful cleavage and reapplied her blood-red lipstick. Her pupils were vast and black, still dilated in luscious memory of the brutal fucking that had just been delivered by the maître d'. But that was merely the appetiser. This night was far from ov...
Certain things must be imprinted in my DNA. I honestly think so. My name is Ramon Joseph. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend UMass-Boston, where I major in Business Administration. My avocation? I'm a Trickster. How else could you explain the situations I find myself so easily drawn to? Y...