When I was 20 I stole a pair of my roommate's panties. We were both attending a non-residential college. She was a country girl, away from home for the first time, I was a naive kid from the suburbs trying to survive on a modest scholarship and make a break from my mother's firm hand. We met through an ad on a bulletin board: "Girls wanted to share house"....
continued... Day 17... Marni had driven us into 'Sin City' and I drove us out, lattes in hand and 'sins' left in our wake. We were a little less than a thousand miles from home and we chose to take three days to do it, picking Reno and Eugene as our overnight stops. "Reno is programmed into the nav-sys," Marni confirmed when we pulled away from the Starb...
Ch. 04 - New Horizons This story is the final part of a series and will make more sense if you have read the prior parts, but can be read on its' own. This final segment is inspired by a story I heard from a lovely lady I met through Lit. I hope you enjoy! -AlanProject Instead of trying to deal with the hassle of calling the spa, Lisa decided to take adv...
Rebecca's life was crashing and burning at an alarming rate. She was standing on the side of the road next to her sister. She had just spent the evening enjoying dinner with her older sister and now she was watching her ex-boyfriend and her current girlfriend walk hand in hand towards the restaurant. She wanted to scream and yell and cry all at the same time...
It was in the spring of my 32nd year that I was going to visit an old college friend to help her work through the loss of her father. I never took time off and my husband of 10 years had plenty to keep him busy. I had a lot of vacation time so I took a few weeks to comfort my close girlfriend Jessica. We always stayed close talking several times a week. She...
My name is Kelly Brownstone. A six-foot-one, voluptuous and dark-skinned young black woman living in the city of Milton, Massachusetts. If you can call this sort of thing living. I now reside in a tiny shed not far from the house of a woman I once loved. A woman who betrayed me and took everything away from me. My money. My job. My pride. My dignity. My free...
I had been back to Carol’s many times since that weekend when she first made love to me out in her pool house. No longer was I only a weekend visitor, I spent many weekday afternoons and evenings over at her place, usually using my babysitting as an excuse to tell my parents. There was still a level of truth to that statement though as I did watch little Amy...
Chapter 3 : Pix. As I said earlier, I've never wanted to belong. I simply do not do 'community'. Give me one or two people with whom I can have the odd chat, and one at any given time to indulge my nastier side, and I'm happy with my books and music. But even I don't live in a complete vacuum, and I had a passing familiarity with others in my line of work...
As women, we have all thought about it now and then. Whether it is in disgust, mild curiosity, or if it is an utter turn-on is irrelevant. When you are on the examination table, your feet are in the stirrups, and the doctor is prodding and poking you with those cold metal instruments, you are at your most vulnerable. Maybe it is a fleeting thought or somethi...
This is my Oscar moment, don't worry though, the music will rush me off quite soon. This story is continued from the first chapter which you really should read to appreciate the story but what the fuck, it's your life, right? (If you haven't read the first chapter, this'll just be an empty, shallow & meaningless fuck, so turn right around & march y...