Dear Jeb, This will be my last letter for a while. That tantrum you had in the visiting room scared the heck out of me. Maybe you'll eventually grow up, and get over being dumped! In the meantime, I sure don't need to deal with that kind of scene again. I want to explain what happened, from my side at least. I called Helen when I got home from the doctor'...
Cathy was a good Catholic virgin when we met. When we parted, she was still Catholic, at least on the surface. We met on a blind date arranged by mutual friends, Cliff and Sara. The four of us went to a drive in movie. I have no idea what was playing on the screen, but I remember well what was playing in the back seat of Cliff's Chevy. From the moment Cathy...
Part 1 - Mike gives Janey a pearl necklace It was at that company picnic in Australia that I met her. Not my company, you understand, but another one that had hired me as an imported consultant for a very specific and very confidential job. For some time, this company (which went by the acronym ACME INTERNATIONAL) had enjoyed a solid reputation throughout t...
Greetings. The name is Trevor. A tall, good-looking Black man. You're familiar with my work. I am the Trickster. He who travels from place to place, amusing himself at the expense of the self-righteous and nasty people of the world. Those who think they're all that. Currently, I'm on vacation. Just hanging out with my buddies Jason Lombardi and Kyle Fresno L...
I have to be honest, when I was in high school, I never got laid. I couldn't explain it. My buddies always were the one's at the parties, slipping off to the bedrooms with their girlfriends or some chicks they picked up. But not me. I was the guy that all guys hate to be...I was the "friend". I was the guy that all the girls could talk to about anything with...
Well, there's not a lot more to tell about that Christmas. Jessie and her dad didn't sleep together any more. I guess they got each other out of their systems. And Jeff and Sara were perfectly willing to go back to the status quo, too. But Jessie seemed a lot more open to Elly and me than she ever was before. I was so happy for that, because she's a really s...
Writing smut, like any other kind of writing, takes a certain amount of skill and knowledge. Some writing skills are not required, such as establishing characters or plot development, because the only thing the dedicated readers of smut care about is graphic sex, and the more detailed it is, the better. Character is less important than the sizes of his cock...
(Author's note: Oh, hello! It's you again - Good to see you! I've just remembered that in the first chapter of my autobiography... [That was 'Some Day, All This Will be Yours' - Ed.] Yes... well, as I was saying... In there, I promised I'd tell you about learning to masturbate. Well, here's the story, although it didn't turn out quite the way I expected....
Jessica It was coming around to Essence Festival. If you have never attended one, they're kind of crazy. There's two main groups that attend. You have local New Orleans crowds, mostly black folks, doing their thing. Then you have all these tourists coming in from around the country, who are also mostly black folks. The difference between the tourists and th...
Gina's little brother had counted the baby squirrels: he said one mom and three babies. "They were falling down inside the wall, and they'd squeak kinda, and she'd go get them!" Hannah told him Charles was going to climb up and fix the hole in the house so they'd be gone. She had the idea this was good news, but there was a little storm about it. "You can...