Grant didn't usually like the club scene. He didn't like the hormone-driven drunks dry-humping each other on the dance floor. He didn't like the smell of smoke assaulting his nose and his clothes. He didn't like the literal and metaphorical trash that surrounded him. But, on this night, he was dragged by his best friend for a little bachelor party fun. Thr...
"This life isn't a fairytale, there is no happily ever after, and I wouldn't expect to find prince charming nestled somewhere waiting to rescue you. No one is going to save you, that is something you might as well accept now, go ahead prepare yourself for the inevitable end. It's not going to be pleasant or kind, no one is going to care if you're crying or i...
Alena tipped the server well, as Neil waited at the door. He glanced back at them and they seemed to be sharing a good laugh and his cheeks burned red again as they both glanced at him with amused smiles. The corset kept him rigid, but despite the tightness, he found it erotically comfortable; prophetic of what he hoped awaited him tonight. In consideration...
There are times in life when it really pays to be what I am. Sociopath. Psychopath. Menace. Rogue. I've been called many things. I prefer to think of myself as a Free Spirit. Roger Gerry is the name. I am a police officer in the small town of Drake, Iowa. Just a tall, average-looking Black man trying to make a living. It sucks out here sometimes but hey, it'...
A story of pain and humiliation. If you're a sensitive guy with an empathetic penis, probably not the story for you. This is a short one, just a one timer. Leave comments, leave your love, leave suggestions, leave constructive criticism. Anything unnecessary, nit-picky or rude will be deleted however. ***** She says that the only thing different abou...
"We're fucked now," Montana threw his car into drive, hit the gas and merged onto the nearest on-ramp. Mira slumped down in her seat, reveled in the sense of calm that enveloped her. "Fucked isn't the word," she said with a smile. The smile was unfounded. She wasn't happy, nothing good had happened for as long as she could remember, so at the least things w...
In the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, progress is made every day. Want to know why? Because of the actions of one man. Samuel Xavier. Brother Samuel to his friends. My job is to find the man-haters, the racists and the sociopaths ( men and women without conscience ) where they gather and to mess them up. I infuriate them. I harass them. I intimidate them....
Stephen is the name. I'm a big and tall young black man originally from Boston. I lead a very normal life. I'm a student at Brockton Technical College, the best community college in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I major in Criminal Justice. Someday, I'm gonna be a Massachusetts State Trooper. Yeah, they're the toughest cops in the world. In the meantime...
During my initial forays into the swinging arena, the Internet wasn't even a whisper on the lips of the public. Digital cameras? The only things digital in that archaic Stone Age were alarm clocks and microwave oven displays. We're talkin' VCRs and cassette tapes. Ozzy was still perceived as some dove-devouring, Satanic psychopath, as opposed to the pablum-...
All characters in this tale are over 18. ***** He grabbed me by my wrist and pushed me against a tree. The tree part hurt, but was oddly erotic. I moaned ... unintentionally. Now, don't get me wrong, I've been a part of a lot of sexy things, but this was new. The man in front of me kissed my neck, and then my lips. With his free hand, he reached down to my...