My name is Wendy Beaulieu, and this right here is my story. Life is tough for those who are genetically different from the rest of everyday humanity. It's especially tough for me these days. You see, I'm not exactly like everybody else. And although my background and appearance play a big part in it, they're not the main reason. At six foot three inches and...
I encourage comments as I am still learning. If there is enough interest, this is just one of the stories from a project I titled "I Tell Tales About My Wife's Busy Little Tail". Thanks! At my wife's request we opened our marriage in the mid 1970's. We were in our mid-twenties. Billie, my wife, had returned to college as an art major with the Pell Grant...
It started with a flyer, posted up on the school's bulletin board. Prom was coming up, the magically pageant event in which all the seniors get to pay an extremely high price to simply come to school all dressed up and dance. I don't understand the point, if people wanted to go dress up and dance, there were places in town they could go for a much cheaper co...
Nikki stood in the vice principals office looking anywhere but the stern man's face. Ashamed did not begin to describe the way she felt right now. "What exactly do you have to say for yourself, Miss Carlson?" Mr. Robinson asked quietly. "I'm really sorry, sir. We were just experimenting; it wasn't going to go any further. Trust me," she added caustically....
They call me horrendous company. What a load of crap. It's amazing how people manage to make themselves look good and shamelessly discredit the opposition when telling their side of the story. I'm sure those xenophobic goons in 1940s Germany had a good story when they were made to pay for what they did. My name is Alex Des-Pres. A big and tall young Black ma...
written LJP edited another wannabe Preface:This school is for young women(18-20) and is focused on helping young trans women with their transition. Also I would like to thank my Editor for all his help. * It was already a long day and it was only 10 am. "I must discuss hiring more girls with Ms. Green tonight," Shelby exhaled. Ms. Grey's school for yo...
The name is Jamal Stone. I'm a young black man living in the city of Great Barrington, Massachusetts, and I have an urgent story to share with all of you. It's the tale of my most glorious conquest. One so great that I absolutely must share it with the world. But please don't assume I'm just another young black guy on the make. I'm a student-athlete at the G...
By the time I got into my second year at university, when this story takes place, I had changed a great deal from the boy I was when I first enrolled. I came from a fairly small town where sex was not freely available and was something that I had only fantasised about. Maybe it was because I had been something of a nerd at school and even when I matured and...
Author's Note: Here's a quickie for the Holidays. Merry Christmas! Carol got up from the couch and slowly walked to the door of the tiny, one-room rental cabin and flicked off the light. The fireplace and three candles bounced soft light off the dark log walls. A tabletop Christmas tree shimmered, along with the wreaths hanging above the fire. Her eyes adj...
Her students watched her walk – back and forth, back and forth – across the stage of the lecture hall. She was impeccably dressed in a form-fitting, black, high waisted pencil skirt paired with a sheer corset top and a silky chemise underneath. Her too-high, black, sling-backed heels clicked like a metronome on the cold tiles as she walked front of her class...