Guys, I'll keep this short. This story is not edited. I'm sorry if it is not of suitable length; I'm writing it from the notes app on my iPhone. ~~ Once outside the class room Sunny Rae located the nearest restroom to hide out in. There was no one at home who cared if she went to school, not to mention if she went to every class. Sunny Rae went to school...
My name is Jackson Leroy III. I'm a young Black man originally from Boston currently living in rural Virginia. I'm a student at the Fraser Institute of Technology. It's a small, four-year private technical college with only about thirty eight hundred students. I found out about them my senior year of high school. I attended Saint Paul Academy, an all-male Ca...
Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy Nancy was making breakfast when her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks, burst into the kitchen. "Mom! You...you aren't going to...to believe what I...I just...just heard on...on the...radio!" Dawn sobbed. Nancy asked gathered her sobbing daughter into her arms. "What is it, Honey?" she asked. "What did you h...
My dual life continued with me switching between my role as a wife who was desperate to please her husband and a college girl who had no responsibilities or guilt. It was only with much effort that I was able to keep these two lives separate in my own mind. This ability has been what has let me survive all the regret and remorse I have felt through the years...
I was cruising the slums, looking for pussy-for-hire, when I had to slam on my brakes. I almost got rear-ended by a guy in a Suburban that was obviously looking for the same sort of thing I was. I waved him around, and he sped off with a mouthed insult about my driving. I couldn't help it. I saw someone I knew. Carla Dawes. From high school. She had been...
Tell me a story: My wife wants another... Well, as I wrote in "My wife wants to read my stories" my lovely bride Heather recently found out about this site and my role in the filling of its stores of stories. She was cool about it, but turned things around-asking for more stories about me and my past. Now, keep in mind-we have been married for nearly five...
I wanted to be just like Jill. I don't know why exactly. When I say I wanted to be like Jill, I mean I wanted to be her intimate friend so badly in third grade that I wanted to become a girl. I dreamt about having pigtails, a pleated skirt, a white blouse and white stockings. I liked those leather shoes she wore too, the plain, dark Buster Brown ones with...
Friends, or lovers? Lovers... or friends? The sweat made her clothes clung to her body, her hair was hanging in messy stripes of wet and... the sweet smell of blood hanging in the air. Walls that closed around her, leaving nothing behind, only crushing, pressing hard against her, bones cracking, moans of pure pain... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Am...
Jimmy and I were the same age. We lived on the same block. We started school together. We were fast friends. Jimmy taught me how to hit a fastball. He taught me how to bait a hook. His was the first penis I ever saw. It was when we were heading down to the river to fish and he pulled up to pee on a tree trunk. I was amazed and that night I asked my mom abou...
When I began my fund raising for my trip to Africa I asked a question. Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Now, I'll admit that I took that straight from a song (The River, Bruce Springsteen) but it seemed fitting at the time. Since my trip my motto has changed. Those of you who have received e-mails will no longer see the Springsteen quote, but a sad st...