To those who did not know him well, Brad Tyler might have come across as a bit of a Scrooge, a Grinch. Of course, those were people who did not know him well. Were the truth to be told, that was as far from an accurate description as saying Antarctica is a tropical climate. Brad was one of those rare individuals who got the true meaning of the holidays -- g...
I've been working for the Engineering department of my university for some time as a teaching assistant, and since I've kept high grades as a graduate student and have a very good grasp of English pronunciation, the department has allowed me to be the instructor for some of the courses they offer. This past semester, I've been assigned to handle a required c...
Arriving shortly at his apartment he moves to the door unlocking it. Opening the door he moves in out of the heat walking to the refrigerator he opens it pulling out a cool soda. Popping the top on it as he walks to the table he sits down sipping the drink. He thinks about the choices he has given his new toy. Rising once more he moves to the shower swiftly...
"Now how did I get in to this shit?" He inquisitively mumbled, as he upheld the weight of his new acquaintance; some two-hundred plus pounds of a man he'd barely known three hours ago. It was 3:18 a.m. Darius checked his watch, having to shift Beau's slump body and lead filled arms. As time progressed, it would feel as though the addition of potato sacks ha...
I was coming up on my second year working for the company that led me to move out East, and before I knew it, we were getting ready for what would be my second holidays/X-mas party with them. Office parties usually suck—at least the few I had been to. They're always just you, your co-workers, and their significant others sitting around, drinking cheap booze,...
Authors note: I have received many comments about the form in which Christina's story is being told. A lot do not care for my using her emails to me as the format, but they are in the minority. The comments are running four to one in favor and so I will continue to let Christina tell her own story in her own words. As a sop to those who don't like the email...
I waited by the garage entrance with a measured calm and saw her come out of the building. She saw me and walked my way. She greeted me coolly and walked into the garage. I followed her and enjoyed the show before me as her ass swayed. She looked back at me and asked, "Where is your car Papi? " I walked her to the far end pointed to it and she saw my truck...
If Warren Cochran had been a little more cautious, a little pickier, or a little more suspicious, he would probably not have been in the army. The name of the girl who got him there doesn't matter, since she barely comes into the story at all. The thing was that Warren spent some time with her on a blanket in the bushes off the road, and she came to him tel...
"Shouldn't we take an umbrella?" I asked as we walked through the school's wide double doors and out into the street. "Not necessary. No rain now," my cute Spanish teacher said in her broken English which I found so amusing. But then, her English was a lot better than my Spanish, so I had resolved early on not to laugh or make fun of her. Two weeks earlier...
Under a full moon she wondered up through the narrow gorges and canyons, everything luminous but for the black shadowy places. Beaten, yet un-raped. Alive, yet unwanted. Naked, feet hurting as she walked on sand and gravel, growing thirsty, and high as a kite, she got completely lost. And her glasses were dirty, too. Uncle Pilo. Why had Tom had to remind...