The name is Marlon Brown and I write these lines as a man determined to speak the truth, regardless of what happens to me. I'm a black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I've lived there with my family ever since my youth. I went out of town for a while, and attended Cunningham College in the city of Boston. I majored in Computer Science back when it see...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
Author's Note: This is an act of fiction. For those who like this type of fantasy/situation, please enjoy! For those who do not, I hope you find something on this vast site that DOES interest you. None of my stories, this one and any follow up chapters included, are intended to be what every member of the community are looking for. If you simply don't like t...
Trying out an idea I had, hope you enjoy! Letters to an editor of a sex magazine for woman and men. Issue January 10th, 2006 Hello my readers. I'm back with another action filled magazine with lots of hot, juicy, steamy sex! But first, here's another letter from a dear sweet reader in Hickory, N.C. She writes: Dear Carley, I can't stand it anymore!...
Alex was sitting in his office. He was quite satisfied with himself; he'd landed a teaching assistant job at least a year before graduation. His office was tiny, more a broom cupboard; there was only room for a small desk facing the door, two chairs for visitors and one for himself and a row of shelves. But it had a window and it was his. It was located on t...
I had always been the awkward, nerdy guy in high school and college. I was shy around girls, and had never gone on a date. This continued into college. I attended a small, private university in northeast Ohio, where I majored in history. By my senior year I could talk politics and history with any of the professors, but I couldn't get a date. Hell, my junior...
It began by accident, of course. It was the end of my Thursday night; my history seminar let out at 9pm and I had just enough time to duck into the bathroom and quickly change my clothes. The department offices are closed on Fridays, and the ivory tower was all but totally locked down for the weekend. I tried the bathroom door, but it was already locked, lik...
Today, the life of five friends will be forever changed. The five young adults were taking place in the same vehicle in the direction of a small camping area way out of town. They were going there as part of their annual routine during spring break. They loved to get out of the city for a while and they were eager to arrive. The trip was a long one, but defi...
If you haven't read the first story in this series it is highly recommended that you read Studying with Kelly Part 1: The Assignment before reading this story. As always all characters in this story are over the age of 18 and any similarity of names or characters have with actual people or events is purely coincidental. I am a newer writer who is still de...
Liz and I have now had a polygamous marriage for 10 years. What does that mean? It means our marriage started out "normal" but we both can now sleep with whom ever we want whenever we want. Admittingly, Liz has been bolder and far more adventurous then I. That she embraced this lifestyle so freely still shocks me. In college Liz's reputation was the nerdy,...