Damn I’m cold, I thought as I got my ass into my dorm. I don’t know why I ever moved to Virginia. The place is so damn cold, it’s not even funny. I guess I came for the education. The University of Russell offered me a full academic scholarship which I accepted. It’s not like my other options were too appealing. Still, there are times when I thought my siblings, Jake and Maria got the better deal by going to Morehouse College and Georgia State University, respectively. My name is John Marcelin and I’m a young black man of Haitian descent living in the state of Virginia, though the part…

The air outside had gone from mild to crisp, which worked out perfectly for her outfit plans. She fumbled in her closet through numerous t-shirts, tank tops and blouses until she felt it in the very back. Delicately, she pulled the white cashmere sweater off its fancy hanger (plastic just wouldn’t do, for this was the fanciest of her fancy sweaters) and pulled it over her head. Kate sauntered over to the corner to consult with the full length mirror. She cocked her head to the side as she examined the reflection of her long, soft frame from every angle. “Oh, this will do just fine” she thought to herself…

A modern love in the making – The Great Betrayal and my Ex’s One Night F¥€k: she was bored, drunk and lonely when the opportunity presented … Sucks to be me she says later … All characters are well over 18 years old, even when this occurred, and the Treality Story series usually includes ‘Rocket Man’, his earlier alter egos ‘Jardine Man’ and in his 20’s ‘Rambo’ (it’s a long and irrelevant story at this time) and the beautiful ‘Sparkling Red’. The Treailty Stories can be read separately but should be read in order to see the journey. This story explores Rocket Mans Betrayal some 30 years ago and is…

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. It takes this couple a little while to summon up their courage and get into the bedroom, but I hope you enjoy reading their story. Please leave a comment if you’d like to, because I enjoy reading them. When I was about seven or eight years old, my neighbour used to come around to my house to play, and he would tie us together around our waists with rope before we set off for the fields – truth! … But the rest of this story is pure fiction. +++ ‘Yeah, sure, you know I’m good for that,’ I say lazily.…

The usual stuff. Everyone having sex is over 18. No COVID, STD’s or fathers with shotguns appear to dampen our day. Warning: This story depicts graphic sex during a woman’s period. Lots of bloody fun. I know this will not be everyone’s cup of tea so get out now while you still can. Matt was sitting at the kitchen counter enjoying a leisurely Sunday morning breakfast when he heard the door from the garage loudly open and then the inevitable crash as it was slammed shut. He wondered for the ten thousandth time why his sister was incapable of simply shutting a door. He supposed it went back to when…

Sitting in the darkness of her backyard, Kim King enjoyed the night air. Her husband and children were asleep and she thought it must be near midnight but she still wasn’t sleepy. She was tired from a long day of normal family activities–meal making, attention to the children and her husband, a bit of playtime in the yard after lunch–but sleep wasn’t coming to her so she decided to enjoy the quiet of the night. Wearing only a thin cotton sleeping ‘T’ and matching gray Capri sleep pants, the cool air felt nice after the warmth of the day. Looking up into the night sky, she looked at the stars…

Thanks to Michie for encouraging me to post this piece. This is not a work of fiction but a factual reminiscence. It describes as accurately and in as much detail as I can the first time I fucked a girl. It was in 1971, my first year at university, towards the middle of the year. I had a girlfriend at the time, but she lived at home and her parents disapproved of our relationship so I never saw her in the evenings, only during the day at University. We had fondled a bit by then, I had caressed her breasts under her shirt and run my fingers over her pussy…

Ms. Hayes isn’t actually my teacher, but she’s probably the teacher at my school doing the most to actually help me out. She’s one of the newer teachers at the high school, which means that she’s not burned out just yet. She’s one of the few things making my senior year fairly tolerable. Earlier in the school year, she tried to start a literary magazine at our school, but it didn’t get off the ground. Only two of us actually showed up: me, and my friend Meredith. But Ms. Hayes took it upon herself to continue to mentor us, so both Meredith and I have been giving her some writing…

The first story was a little rough, and I wasn’t sure how to continue with it. Here’s what I have so far. * Adam and I came out of the woods to a chorus of jeers from the football players. Miss little cheerleader Paula was smirking at me, probably thinking about how she was going to tell everyone how much of a slut I am at school on Monday. I wouldn’t really be able to deny these accusations now. Everyone had seen Adam and I go into the woods, and seen us coming out a few minutes later looking all disheveled. Hell, I realized, my shirt was even on backwards.…

In summer, high in the mountains on the western slopes, darkness comes after 11:00p.m. For those who have never experienced this late night phenomena, the idea of sun light until the hour before midnight is not imaginable. Moreover, the dark night sky without reflected city light is a stunning display of billions of stars making up the Milky Way. Stars, clustered tightly together, give the impression of dense white, milk looking path of stars splitting the horizon from east to west. This is something I experienced years ago in the military stationed in Germany and share that experiencing again with this tale of backpacking through the Black Hills of South…