[This story is not intended as a "slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am" porno tale, a semi-literate effort to recount genital jackhammering (either male to female, or vice versa) in such a way as to set a new Olympic record in the 100-metre dash. Your humble author has no problem with any such story, nor with those who enjoy them. That's all a matter of individual taste...
She was driving, and I was daydreaming as I watched the brown hills on both sides of the highway. We were coming through a pass, down the eastern slope of the Sierras, on our way to Arizona. We weren't talking much. I didn't know what she thought of me, really. In my more paranoid moments, I worried that she didn't really approve of me at all, and just let m...
James met Carrie at an evening dance class offered by the university recreation department. He was 18. She was 32. He was just starting his second semester as a college freshman. She had just returned to college after divorcing her husband. It seemed they had absolutely nothing in common, except their isolation and loneliness. James lived on campus, but did...
"What do you see?" Tasmin asked. Always that question, their little game. The question that she and she alone would be allowed to ask. In the darkness, she asked him. When the night had fallen and the curtains were closed. When no light seeped in, not even the faintest of difference between shadow and deeper shadow were visible in those late hours, when the...
She knew she must be dreaming but it wasn't quite a dream. There was a dream like quality but it was just a bit more solid than any lucid dream she'd ever had. She wandered along a stream, deep in a tranquil forest, everything calm and peaceful. Georgia sat on a large rock and waited. She couldn't be sure but it felt like something was about to happen. A rus...
She Belongs to Me "Honey, I home." My heart stopped and a lump gagged my throat. Routine autonomic functions ceased, while my mind jolted to sharp attention from the numbing slog of household chores. "She's here. Home, yes home, my love is home with me." With the patience of a flower opening to the morning sun, my heart began to beat again and the warmth of...
Soul or How the dragon lost his wings Josef Baum stands in front of the mirrored closet door in his rented apartment fingering the fabric of his tailored jacket. He casts a critical eye over his appearance, noting the lines at the corners of his mouth and the fullness of his lips. Only his eyes could give him away. They remain the windows to his soul. Hazel...
"Old man, you must curse me even in death, I don't care what you think, it's my life," Razane Al-Bilali said angrily, and the young woman clicked off the telephone, and closed her eyes, hard. Sitting on a quiet corner of the third-floor stairwell inside the Carleton University library, Razane bravely fought the tears that were coming, and found that she simp...
College. My first boyfriend. A redhead, by the way. He was in the ROTC, and very hot. Did I mention that he was very hot? We got in a fight one day, and he did the unthinkable. You're thinking: "he hit you," or "he cheated on you." No. What he did was far worse. He called me a cunt. Now, I had learned about this word fairly early on, reading coverless porn t...
Meet Khaled James Kagame, a brother whose friends affectionately refer to as K.J. This young Black man from East Africa has a host of problems. First of all, his second year at Concordia University is off to a rough start. When Khaled opted to study Criminology, he thought it would be an easy subject. After all, his father Jalil Kagame studied Criminal Justi...