This is the first story I have written for this category. If you like it please vote. Comments are also very especially appreciated as well. My name is Emily. For the most part I would consider myself to be just any other ordinary teenage girl. I am eighteen years old and a senior in high school. I have lots of friends. Ok, I am actually kind of shy and hav...
Mandi and Candi Parks were identical twins. They looked the same. They both were tanned. They both were five feet seven inches tall. They both had thirty-eight C busts. They both had black hair. They both sported incredibly tight asses. There was only a couple of ways to tell them a part. Mandi wore glasses. Candi didn’t. The biggest difference between the t...
Ross and Claude had their yearly golf outing this coming Saturday. Where Ross decided if the boys wanted to go with them and learn to play. But to his dismay, he found out that neither Jon nor Todd liked golf. But, both did tell him that both of their sisters loved the game. So he went and searched for Jenny and Carrie. He found both in the den actually watc...
These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read. I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like t...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* They were outside again, swimming in the over-chlorinated pool of the apartment complex. He was wearing his snug s...
Serendipity. It was a week after Saanvi had used her black magic to both show off to me and eliminate the threat of another Tantric Baba in her 7 hour sex takeover of the established Black Magic business run by witch doctor woman Mallika (see chp. 5 of this series). To all the Indian women present the long brutal ritual was real. Both Saanvi and Mallika tr...
The bus ride was long. You seemed to have been traveling for days. But in reality it was more like hours. Six to be exact. For the last five of those hours only trees have gone by. Your parents had sent you away this summer against your will. They were taking their own vacation this summer and they didn't trust you at home by yourself. You couldn't really bl...
"Art is not a mirror. It is a hammer." --phrase scrawled on a whiteboard in the Media Lab at MIT (home of the first computer hackers), attributed to Bertolt Brecht Domenique, a pleasant ache still present in her jaw since the sex they'd had the night before, passed unnoticed into the doorway of Gwen's bedroom. The stillness and sheer beauty of the scene ra...
"Frederika?" I looked up from my computer screen. It was Carla, standing in the doorway of my downtown Seattle office with a gilt-edged envelope in her hand. "Yes?" "I'm such a dork this week. I got an invitation from a friend of a friend to check out the grand opening of this new jewelry store in Capitol Hill. But I just realized I can't go. I totally fo...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. A...