I was sweaty and my skirt kept slipping to the side for some reason and I was having to readjust it. If I was a violent person I would feel like punching someone. The only way out of this nightmare was to close myself in my dorm room, and get high as a kite (as the expression goes) on my special stash I still had left from my visit home. A deep indica, it wo...
I hope you all enjoy my story, It is based on real events (the names have been changed) * My best friend Rachel and I got in our seats about five minutes before the movie started. We were the only ones in the theater that could sit up to 80 people. It was the last screening of the night, a romantic chick flick with a male lead actor that drove a teenage g...
Molly crossed the two snow covered back yards, knocked on April's back door, pulling her coat tighter, protecting herself from the cold biting wind, and waited for April to open the door. "Come on in, Molly," April said reeling from the gust of freezing, air as Molly, entered the cozy warm kitchen, "want a cup of hot coffee?" April asked. "Is there any oth...
The following story was a collaboration of sorts, and is based on real people in a real school setting. While the story itself is fiction, the characters are real, and two of them actually participate in the activities that I have described. It was a collaboration because I got many of my ideas directly from Mindy herself, along with several pictures of her...
It's been a while since you've had a man's touch, a man's affections… that filled feeling when a penis stretches you open and pushes deep within you. Your mind wanders several times a day to your own private fantasy world. Your pussy lips swell, your nipples harden and the juices run from your hole down the crack of your ass. All it would take is a few touch...
\I sit in my favorite rocking chair by the bed sipping on a glass of amaretto. The chair was a gift from my brother. He had made it for me one Christmas. I love my brother. There is something about being twins that has made us close and keeps us that way. I sit here and the smell of the ocean is on the breeze. The moonlight comes through the window and bathe...
For the next year I was living in state of constant dream, I kept returning to the summer I met her and the only thing I was thinking about was her, everything about her, her smile, her clothing, her fragrance... I remember almost nothing of that year - everything flew by so fast. When our annual visit to the cottage was closer and closer and these stupid th...
I've always thought that shoes are the real window to a woman's soul. A fashionable socialite, wearing Versace, wears beautiful shoes that befit her lifestyle and view on life. A working woman wears flats that keep her feet comfortable, and athletic women wear shoes that enhance their performance. Slim chance of finding one wearing the wrong shoes! I don't p...
Allison is blind-sided by her first lesbian experience. I was just beginning to feel the effects of the wine. It was my second glass, and it rested on my knee as I sat on the plush leather sectional sofa. The sitting room was elegant-quiet and comfortable with a large window wall to my right, looking out into a small enclosed courtyard, tastefully planted a...
KRISTINA MELHART’S STORY Jenny and I became almost like mascots for the Volleyball team. We went to all of their games, home and away, and always sat near the front. Over time, some of the other girls on the team found out, or guessed, that Jenny and I had something going with Karen, Jill, Nicole, and Emily—something a little more than friendship. They sta...