I said before that we are all born in original sin, and that for some people lust is part of their destiny. You're probably wondering how Daisy and myself met and how I heard she was a stripper. I was on campus one day, going to eat lunch, when I found out Daisy was on Twitter. It was no big deal really, but she looked older and more womanly. I tweeted to her: “Is it really you?” She said back: “Yup, it is!“ with the kiss...

It was the night of Homecoming. Tommy James got the weekend off from his place of employment, as did his date. He was kind of nervous about what would happen at the dance. Should he play it cool with her? Ari did tell him and show him some things that were interesting, to say the least. He looked at himself in the mirror, brushed his hair and scruffy face. He looked at himself, wearing a black suit with a red tie, trying...

I sat in the recording studio, thinking what song I would use as inspiration. Then it struck me. The beat played in my head dozens of times. It was the theme of the video game "Pocky and Rocky." I started writing with a smile on my face: "His name is Rocky, he’s cocky. He swears there never will be a copy. Which is true, you know what I mean. Have some damn humility! He saw her in the club. He thought she was easy, cause...

What exactly is the meaning of sexy? It can be looked on as a spectrum, really. There are multiple types of sexy in this list. Especially these next two entries on the list. These two are the only two younger than myself. Meaning, these are the only two current Wayside juniors who got chosen. I may have had a heavy hand in that. In the past chapters, I talked about the Majorettes and dancers and their positive qualities....

It was a couple of days before Homecoming. The two friends were currently in English class. Tommy looked at Ari. Nobody knew who he was going to the Homecoming Dance with. It was not like he was secretive. He looked at her lower back as she dropped her pen. Tommy James was expecting it at any second. ‘Wait for it. Wait for it…’ He mentally said, as he gradually got turned on thinking what kind his friend had on today. He...

(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, The Southern Sheriff and In Brazil.) Chapter 5 Across from the boutique, Shelby, Jennie, and Danielle were walking up to Emmas. Emmas, the popular women's clothing store sold bikinis, gym outfits, lingerie and day to day apparel. "If you need somet...

Friday nights in fall tend to be big where I am from. The bright lights. The fresh football field. However, at Wayside, we weren’t necessarily known for athletics. Well, football at least. That night, it was balmy. ‘Only in Texas,’ I say, shaking my head with my short sleeve shirt and shorts on. It was like a holiday. We had new life. We had a new coach that we introduced at the very first pep rally. Eventually, halftime...

I looked at Daisy, wondering by the second what happened to her. She was still washing her face off of any leftover juices. When she finished, she looked at me. She kissed me on the cheek. “What’s wrong?” she said, tilting her head. “Daisy… I want to ask. But I really don’t want to ask,” I said to her, softly. “You want to know what happened, do you? You always were a curious one, Shawn,” she said as she touched my cheek....

She sashayed in the room with intent. The young woman named Desiree felt eyes when she walked in. The boys said, “Daaaaamn!" As she walked into science class. Let’s not pretend. She knew what she had. She knew her butt was big. She knew she had curves. However, what she didn’t know as class went on was a young man noticing her for more than her curves. Honestly, it turned him on. But while others look at her like animals,...

“You work here?” I said. “Yeah,” my cousin Raven responded. I looked back at Lillian, incredulously. She had the same look. “You’re related?” Lillian questioned, tilting her head. “Yeah,” I said. “Distantly, but still…” Raven added. “Raven… you are a waitress here, right? You don’t strip?” I asked her. ~~~ My phone vibrated. It was Daisy. It read…  With clients right now. I thought: 'Clients?' ~~~ Meanwhile… “Uh, about th...

They say she was a slut. They say she was a whore. They say she was looking for attention. This is the story of a girl named Sharmell. Her name was Sharmell Brown. She was pretty. She was smart. She was vivacious. She was curvaceous. However, she thought there was something missing. She had a life worth living. But she wished for one thing that she lacked. The boys she wanted were ogling at the ladies that have that very...

I still had her panties. They started my collection. They were purple. I still felt their softness as I thought about her. I still had her number too. I missed her. I missed her beautiful face. I missed seeing her on Facetime. But I learned something recently: Fuck love, and all that comes with it. Despite being a giant horn dog, I am a giant romantic. This story is about dreams and hearts broken in the form of three word...

It had been a while since I had been back to the Factory. Even though I had not been in some time, I didn’t want to seem like some perverted strip club addict or something. I think that ship has sailed already. My thoughts were filled with undressing women. Lillian. Keisha. And… “Hey, Shawn!” I jerked out of my trance for one second. It was Daisy in her car. “Need a ride?” Daisy said. I was waiting on the next bus. I quic...

About a week later, I started thinking about her again. Why was I thinking about her? Daisy… I mean, Charlie was actually a stripper at a strip club I went to. And I actually had an inkling she was one. “You know where I am, Daddy. Ask for Charlie…” The way she said that turned me on so much. I wanted more of her. Knowing the consequences, I still wanted it. So, when I told my boys… “Wait. Daisy’s a stripper? And you fuck...

This story is dedicated to one special person. Well, all of them are. But, this is to one of the sexiest women I have ever met. This is to you, Tami. From me. This is how I feel. The unadulterated truth from my eyes. I first met Tami in a history class in high school. I was 16 at the time. It was around 2008. I was looking at you from a distance. My mind was the sheer epitome of the disclaimer “Viewer Discretion is Advise...