My name is Wilson Tetu and I'm a young black man of Cameroonian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. City of Champions rocks! I'm currently a student at the Brockton Institute of Technology, a four-year private school located in Brockton's West Side. I've been going there since graduating from Brockton High School in 2006. It's a damn good s...
George rumbled slightly and rolled over in his bed. There was something, someone more accurately, moving around downstairs. He paused for a moment slowing his breathing slightly and focused his mind to drown out the steady sound of the air conditioner. It was in the living room with the Christmas Tree. That got him to his feet even though it was his head had...
(Another story I am bringing over from my Patreon. I'd just like to thank my wonderful Patrons for supporting my writing, you guys are awesome. This will be more of a romance-erotica than a pure erotica. As with my story Charlie you should expect a slow build.) I hear nothing but a low monotone droning ring. My clouded unsteady vision swirls and fades at the...
I want to be your monster. The terrible thing you make a pact with to hold you in the night and keep you safe. Who keeps you close and warm and safe from all the other bumps in the night. The man who's presence can lull you to sleep or wake you up with a gasp, merely from where I touch you. To keep you as secure in my grip as you are in my thoughts. --- So...
Well weekends are the time we guys get naughty with each other, sometimes though it gets a little bit out of hand, this is one such time when well I guess we had too much fun at the other person's expense. Saturday morning is lazy day for us, she got up around 10ish and I surprised her with a beautifully laid out breakfast with two eggs the sunny side up, t...
Author's Note: "This story takes place one year before C.N.A. Story Ch.01..." * I had just finished my training program to become a C.N.A. through the company that owned the convalescent home. Most of the women working at the facility were either happily married or just too old (55 and up is too old for me...) to even consider being with. I had been flir...
"Excuse me please, ma'am, are you Ethiopian?" I asked the tall, slender yet curvy, raven-haired and brown-skinned young woman standing behind the counter at the little shop located inside Lincoln Gardens Station in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario. I knew the answer, of course, since Ethiopians and Eritreans have a distinct look, but I really wanted to make c...
Adam awoke not too long after 12pm, feeling slightly less agitated after his Warzone session the night before. Before he got out of bed though, he had to take care of his morning wood. The images of Alice pleasuring herself in the hot sun were engraved into his memory, and the perfect material to jerk off too. Her pale skin shining brightly from the sunscree...
This, to me, is a short story with many poetic elements: onomatopoeia, repetition, occasional timing, and lots of motion. Kind of a story/poem, or a story-poem. If you are looking for a haiku then you've come to the wrong place, however, if you are feeling adventurous then give this a try. Hopefully you will laugh while aroused :) ***** Bob and Vivian were...
This is a true story. Of course, I have embellished the details, but the basic facts are all true. If you are under eighteen or do not wish to view this sexually explicit material, exit now! All rights reserved. This story may not be used for any commercial purpose. After going through my second divorce, I was re...