Interracial attraction Stories

The heat of the flaying hall met Konrad like a wall — a living warmth, damp and rich with the mingled scents of wet stone, oil, and steamed herbs. The male bather stood ready, birch branches already soaking in a wooden bucket, their green leaves releasing a sharp, clean fragrance. Konrad stepped forward, bare but for the steam curling around his broad Nuremberger frame. His skin, pale from winters in armor, bore the small...

Allen stood in line at the Cantina. It was too damn long. He hadn’t finished his coding assignment due at 3, and his buddy Eric wasn’t available to help. He’d have to squirrel away until the solution dripped out of his brain. Usually, he enjoyed schoolwork, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Justine’s email. He opened it again. Dear Allen, my sweet, “Why does this greeting hit so sexy?” he wondered. I’ve been silent abou...

Justine waited in front of the elevator. She had an 11 AM appointment with Sandra Blackwell, a therapist. She held her arms across her stomach and kept her eyes on the floor. Her light-brown hair was held loosely in a ponytail, and she wore large blue jeans, flip-flops, and a gray hoodie. She wondered what she was doing here at all. The clinic nurse had recommended Blackwell. Justine had mentioned that she was having prob...

Journal Entry – July 2 I suppose I have to stop pretending this will ever be read by anyone else. I’ll use our names because I’m tired of feeling like some adolescent scribbling secret initials in a diary. If I’m going to be honest with myself—truly honest—then I have to admit that what happened at the faculty swim club party today has only deepened my curiosity, and I’m beginning to wonder whether this is curiosity or so...

Diary Entry – April 21st I feel so… embarrassed I’m a professional, adjunct instructor at the junior college, advisor to the math club, And I’m happy in my marriage. I love my husband, I do. We've been together for years, and I feel like we're in a good place, you know? But this overwhelming curiosity has taken hold of me. I don’t even know where to start. There’s something about this that’s making my chest tighten, and i...