My name is Dwayne Dexter. I'm an 18-year old African-American male from a major southern US city. All my life I've have been surrounded by despair and deprivation: too many friends and family on drugs, in gangs or in jail. But I'm lucky: I have phenomenal athletic ability, and can run, jump, catch and throw like no one else I know. I spent high school workin...
It is Saturday afternoon on a freezing winter day. Latino wrestler Angel (19 yrs.) steps off of the bus outside the gym. He stands at 5'9" and weighs 149 lbs. His gym bag hangs on the left shoulder. The big college jacket and sweat suit keeps him warm. The stocking cap covers his head who has a trimmed, black mustache and beard. Kerri (27 yrs.) is a former...
This is my first attempt at a story, and clearly I wasn't an English major. Please be nice! -- There I stood, no shirt and boxers down, in my girlfriend's roommate's green satin panties wrapped around my erection. "What on earth are you doing?!" I can explain... I am sorry How was I going to explain that for the past two weeks since my girlfriend let me...
The music blared, though pleasantly. The crowded room was bustling with scantily clad women and the handsomer men who desired them. Energy in the room was astounding yet standard for the band on stage that night. It's always been a learning curve to me when it comes to music. I love what i love when I am in the spirit to listen intently. This particular e...
I rap lightly on the door, three times, to signal it's me. The door creaks open, and I walk in, closing it behind me. I glance around quickly, and as usual two glasses of red wine are waiting, a bottle chilling on ice, a selection of exotic fruits and cheese are displayed on a wooden board, food for the gods. I still can't believe my good fortune. The ritua...
"What a day!" you say out loud to yourself as you slump down onto the couch. You rest your head back on the sofa; close your eyes and drift off to sleep, remembering your amazing day. What started as a typical Friday had ended in one of the best and obviously most satisfying days of your life! Your all time fantasy had been met and boy did it live up to exp...
Night #1 My name is Zebedeusza S. Kubrokovich. My last name rhymes with “Cute boy who loves dick.” Call me Skowronek, or in English, call me Skylark. I’m part Japanese and part Polack. I’m a PolskaJap so shut your yap! I’m a little chicken who likes sucking Dickens or, maybe I’m tofu and Dear John’s the fool. Am I a minor, or a well-preserved wallet miner?...
In our country the Monday just past was a public holiday, making what is quaintly called a 'long weekend' of Saturday-Sunday-Monday thereby proving conclusively that all weekends are not the same length. So what does a writer of adult fiction do on a long weekend to differ it from the standard length weekend? Why, write adult non-fiction of course. So I sat...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (5 min/mp3) * * * * * Robert Johnson could have been here, playing guitar as cars slowed to an almost stop, then accelerated onward leaving the stop sign wracking slightly in the breeze. Perhaps if a window was rolled down and hip-hop rap symphonies weren't blaring too loudly some of the drivers might have heard the notes b...
It's Saturday afternoon outside the gymnasium during a wrestling tournament. It is bitter cold. Kerri (27 yrs.) is a former "gents" magazine "sex kitten of the month" (38-24-36). She sits inside a 4-door, black Mazda, sports car. She's been watching the out-of-town athletes climb on and off of the bus. Her sandy-blonde hair falls to the shoulders as several...