Sue was sitting at her desk in her dorm room. She was staring at her books, unable to concentrate. She had not been paying attention when Mr. Limpkins had been teaching her about this. Truth be told, she was thinking about taking off his pants right there in front of everyone. She had been envisioning unbuttoning his black trousers and pulling them down. In...
My name is Steven Marcus. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I work as a security guard at Westgate Mall, the local shopping center to pay the rent and take business administration classes at the Avery Institute of Technology, a local public college. Like a lot of Black men out there, I've got a cra...
Chapter Two The next few days were not what I expected. Renee seemed to be back to her distant self and was withdrawn from me. When I finally got her to talk, she told me that she felt dirty and ashamed by her actions the other night. I assured her she had nothing to feel dirty or ashamed about, that’s what the class is for. She said she could not he...
INTRODUCTION This is a work of fiction, although there are elements of real encounters in here. THE STORY It’s a drag moving house. The first few weekends were spent unpacking and putting things away. Slowly our routine was established. The new house was in a hilly area, and it was easy to see over the fence to our neighbours place. I noticed the lady nex...
The racket of the moving van disturbed my sleep and drew me out of the wet dream I was having. This dream, like most, was a wondrous fantasy that didn’t make a shit-load of sense. Something about my old high school physics teacher in drag with an enormous dick protruding out from under his tutu. I recalled being mesmerized, but the wailing of the reverse hor...
My name is Brandy Wells, and this is my story. I'm 32 years old, of mixed race, and have always loved and been loved by men and women both. I have never had to work much, and I suppose you could say the closest description of my occupation would be a professional student. I was raised by loving and permissive parents, an only child. My father was a talen...
Amanda felt weary, but she didn't know why - perhaps it was the weather. It was a warm day so after hurrying home from her job as a teacher at an exclusive girls' school, she changed into shorts and T-shirt and poured herself a generous gin and tonic. She sat in her favourite chair and tried to keep awake while flicking through some student essays. And the...
She was reading by the soft glow of a lantern in the back corner of the Library, surrounded by stacks of books and papers in front of her. I suspect I've always had a " thing" for bookish schoolmarm sort of women. Well, I am a dusty academic type myself, although in my imagination , I'm like Indiana Jones- mild mannered professor , until called on for a gre...
My daughter and my husband were out shopping, and I was eagerly anticipating a long evening to myself. Ali had just come home from college, having completed her first year, and she and Robert wanted to spend some father-daughter time together shopping. It was obvious that she was helping him pick out just the right gift for our 25th anniversary, which was on...
Author's Note: This is the first story I have ever written, and I originally submitted it on another site. I wrote it when I was supposed to be studying for my exams. So.. yeah, I was half crazy on 5 cups of coffee when I wrote it. Anyways, let me know what you think about it. ***** Tap... Tap... Tap... The droplets materialize out of the faucet splattin...