Part 1– My first orgasm. Author's note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on the basis that the author will have unrestricted...
I awoke that morning with a completely different expectation of what would happen that evening. It was Thursday, mid-May, and on Saturday I had a date for prom with my year-long crush on Kari. I had heard people talking about "blow-jobs," and "head," "going down," and a bunch of other things I'd never heard of. I realized I had no idea what any of it was. It...
It was Sunday afternoon. I was annoyed because the football game was blacked out in our area. There was a knock at my door. I looked through the peep hole, recognized my friend Sally and opened the door. She came in and said, "I suppose you've heard about Alice." "No, what?" I asked. "Look outside," Sally told me. I followed her to the front porch. "Over...
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The lights were off and I sat on the couch in the dark living room and stared at the opposite wall and wondered how it could possibly have happened to me. I had always thought of myself as a man. Truth be told, and I admit to some ego here, I would have considered myself a 'manly man.' As a middle linebacker I made All State in my junior and senior years in...
I had a visitor the other day; hadn’t seen her in twenty years. Last time I saw her, she was eighteen; must be about forty now. I was sitting on the patio shooting the breeze with some of the other residents here, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the patio door open. As soon as she stepped out, I knew her. I would have recognized her from a mile away...
Imagine for a second that the year is 2000. Some of your friends and family members that are gone now were alive and well then. By most counts, 2000 was a great year. A time of optimism in the United States of America and the rest of the world. Technologically, it's quite backward. No MySpace, no YouTube and no Facebook. AOL rules the Internet. Before the te...
Things took a turn in the summer before her senior year, Tracey's parents moved from Florida. Her father had once again caught her mother in a car banging some stranger. It was something that happened more than once and rather than dealing with the problem, they moved away. The grandparents had a greenhouse business in Indiana. Her younger sisters and brothe...
I blame my initial naivety on my parents – just so you know, I'm not naïve any more. I, Amy, was the fourth child and the only girl of a well-to-do family with a significant history in our part of the United States. I was pampered and protected not only by my mother and my three brothers, but by my nanny. All of them paled, in comparison, with my father, t...
The good Black man, the one so many Black women say they've given up on finding, does he really exist? I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Jacob Voltaire and I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Haitian immigrant parents. My folks, Antoine and Magdalene Voltaire moved to provincial Alberta from their hometown of Port-De-Paix, Repu...