Moon light Lover

“Damn, it ain’t nuthin but 7, shit!” I’ve been movin all day and now I can’t find shit to do. Earlier me and my boys Fred, KJ, and Rod were at the gym workin out, hoopin and sparring. That was like 12 at noon and we ain’t bounce out til 4. From then on I’ve … Read more

TEEN AGE BOY FOR SARAH WHILE HER MAN WATCHES.

I am of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, and I love … Read more

My real life story Part-5

I think you all remember me now and I don’t have to introduce myself by wasting a page again So lets start My name is Rohan. Let me briefly tell you about myself I’m now 27 years old, 5.95 feet height, athletic body and average looking. I have my Own Business and I’m a Martial … Read more

The Uncut

The Uncut ‘It’ll Take Millions In Plastic Surgery To Make Me Black’ “Strong black characters?” exclaims the man. “Are you fucking serious? You fucking with me, right?” “Well… no. I mean, I mean, look at Morpheus” Billy is taken aback a little by the man’s strong reaction, but decides to prove his point. “He is, … Read more

My Son’s Migraines (Ch 5 & Epilogue)

This story is a work of fantasy. None of it is true. Don’t use it for inspiration. Don’t hurt people you love. [Read previous chapters before proceeding] Chapter 1: /story/104332/ (4100 words) Chapter 2: /story/104363/ (1650 words) Chapter 3: /story/104365/ (2300 words) Chapter 4: /story/104377/ (3500 words) Chapter 5/Epilogue is 2000 words [AUTHORS NOTE: I … Read more

G.R.I.T.S Editted

I decided to add what would of been a second part to the already posted first part to add length to the story. G.R.I.T.S. that what we call them: Girls raised in the South. I’ve been to Georgia, Florida, Tennessee, South and North Carolina, and Virginia. That’s not a lot of states but I know … Read more

Debra’s Gift

Growing up, my parents were best friends of a couple three doors up the street, they played bridge every week, and were constantly having each other over for cookouts, parties and things. Really, just any excuse to get together. When I was little, their teenaged sons and, then, daughter, would babysit me, we just all … Read more