My name is Kurt Brown. Friends call me K.B. A big and tall black man in his mid-twenties living in the city of Brockton. I am a tour bus driver by day and a college student by night. I attend Bridgewater State College, where I major in Criminal Justice. I'm basically one semester away from getting my bachelor's degree. In May of 2009, I will graduate. I real...
"Who are you?" Gabriel was in utter shock, his voice trembled. He was a wizard it was true, but he'd never conjured anything like this. A woman stood before him, she was no ordinary woman, the dark violet wings coming from her back wasn't his only clue either. "Me? I am July." She was obliviously annoyed, and had no problem letting this beast know it. July...
We're out on a grocery jaunt during shelter-in-place. Can't stay cooped up like lab rats forever. The virus is everywhere, they say. Feels a bit like a war zone here at the supermarket, dotted with jittery, human-shaped grenades. I'm in the frozen aisle scanning boxes, trying to decide what to throw in the cart. Vegan broccoli cheese bake. Tortilla casserol...
I was attending a conference down in Miami as part of the yearly team building process for my company. People were coming from all around the world to stay at the Hilton hotel in the center of the city. The conference itself was quite fun with lots to learn and do. Since we were there for a week we also had plenty of time off to explore the city and enjoy th...
My husband, Patrick, and I have been married for 15 years. We have always had a great sex life, from our second date until today. We like to experiment with everything from porn to toys to role playing. There is a 20-year age difference between us. Even though we are from different generations, we both did a lot of experimenting in college. He in the free-l...
The One Bomber. That would have to be his name. That asshole, Ted Kaczynski, had already used up his first choice for a name, the Uni Bomber, so he would have to go with this lesser selection to express the same idea. He was the One Bomber. The One that mattered, the One who would punish those who deserved it. Someone once tried to tell him that that Kaczyn...
Ch. 5: Dixie's Surrende Jacob’s Bistro November 6, 12:05 p.m. It was a little Bistro just a block from where Dixie worked. She and Willow often came here for lunch. Today was no exception. However, the black mini-skirt and silk blouse attracted a lot of attention. Dixie found the attention exciting. Unfortunately this caused her nipples to press against th...
The weird things people are actually into never cease to amaze me. I endeavour to chronicle the weird things that men and women are into. It's one of the reasons why I still get up in the morning. Guess who's back after a long hiatus, folks? Me! The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in North Amer...
The slight twitching of eight inches of flesh against my belly woke me from my reverie. Trying to hide a smirk, I closed my eyes shut and snuggled deeper into the space between his underarm. I couldn't keep the show running though; I had to take a deep breath in, smell my man. I loved his sweaty smell in the morning. And he knew it. "You poser... Come here"....
They both entered her apartment that fateful Saturday afternoon. As soon as the door shut, he lunged at her, grabbing her and pressed his hot mouth to hers. She responded by gripping him hard. As his tongue nudged her pliant lips apart, his hands reached to her ample butt and squeezed the cheeks. She groaned and he could feel it ripple through her body. He p...