Wayne Kyleen Stonehammer. Who could forget a euphonious name like that? More important, who could forget Kyleen? It's been over fifty years, and my memory of her and that summer we met remain as vivid as a morning sunrise on a cloudless day. It was the summer of 1966. Lyndon Johnson was president. We were mired in Vietnam. Gas was around thirty cents a ga...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
Michael has always wanted a sex slave, don’t ask why or for how long just accept it people, because that’s not what’s important. What’s important is the How and the Who? How will he obtain a sex slave? The next question is who will it be? Well to answer the first question Michael has been given a unique opportunity in the form of his Mother and Step-Father l...
Part 1 is the introduction to a longer story about Female domination. It provides a background for the plot and develops some of the characters This is a work of fiction. If Female domination is not your cup of tea, I recommend you move along. You won't like this story. For those of you that do. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Chapter 1: High school For most h...
Jack invited his friends inside for lunch. While they were eating sandwiches and chips, washed down with Colorado Cool-Ade (Coors Beer) Jack discussed his thoughts about a place for the two men to live. He said, "I hate to see all the empty houses here in town. I know there are several for sale and some for rent. You could buy a house and if it needed it we...
It's raining again... or maybe it's better to say it's still raining. But at least the bed is warm and comfy, and looking at my watch, I still have an hour before I have to get up and get to class. My name is Jillian Aimee Boyack but everyone calls me Jamiee. I'm was cursed to be short and skinny at five-feet one-inch tall and weighing in at ninety-five poun...
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Denise Parrish walked down the lane that went from her family's cottage and led to Silver Lake. Every school year, the young woman looked forward to spending her summer here. It was a refuge for Denise, a place of calm and tranquility and beauty. Even now, the foliage and the gentle breezes were wafting the stresses of the past year away. Her family had own...
Eileen was pretty happy with the housewarming party. About thirty-five of the forty people she and Jared had invited arrived and they more than filled the house that they had moved into a month earlier. The crowd was a testament to the friends that the two had made since moving to Parkman a month prior. Since Jared received his promotion and moved to this br...
We grew up together. She was the only daughter of the richest family in town. I lived down from their estate in a modest house with two sisters and my mom and dad. My dad worked at a farm implement factory. He had started to work there right out of High School and had been working there for the last twenty years or so. My mom was a school teacher. She had us...