Come Monday morning, Karen was back at her desk, tired and bleary after an unsettled weekend. Try as she might, she couldn't shake off vivid recurring memories of what she must have looked like as she had made such a spectacle of herself, losing control of her senses whilst sitting on Jude's knee. She should never have let herself be talked into it, never ha...
Hi. This is a new series I hope to continue. I'll leave a comment on this with my thoughts and what I want this series to be. As usual leave a comment or give feedback if you have criticisms etc. Sorry for the wait! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Natalie double checked that the hallway was emp...
*****AUTHOR'S NOTE******** EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18 OR OLDER ******************* "I'm straight, I know I'm straight. I don't like girls. Vagina is gross looking. No doubt I'm straight. I was just drunk and so was Liz." I say to myself looking at my face in my bathroom mirror. "I've only ever dated guys, only ever slept with guys. There's nothing to...
By the time I crossed the threshold into my small apartment that evening, I was a bundle of nerves. I had always thought the phrase "bundle of nerves" to be quaint and outdated. But in this instance, it was totally on the mark. I was a bundle of nerves. I felt energy coursing through my veins as if I was on a caffeine high. I wanted to go out for a jog but...
A cool autumn wind blew through the parking lot, rustling the pile of multicolored leaves that had gathered by the curb. The lot was nearly empty except for a few cars pulled together, music playing through the open doors. A small group of studs and femmes mingled around the vehicles discussing the argument happening in front of them. It wasn't often such a...
I hope you enjoy the third chapter of my story. Please read the first two chapters before this one to put the story in its correct context. I put the coffee to my lips, a double espresso, it was still too hot but I could taste the sweetness, normally I didn't add sugar, this morning was an exception, I needed a caffeine and sugar kick who knows how much...
The door thuds behind me as my father pulls it closed. His hand on my shoulder, he leads me through the living room, past my scowling mother, and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he pulls me into a hug. "Go take a shower, get dressed. I'll talk to your mother," he whispers into my ear. "Thanks," I say, my voice raspy. I walk into my bedroom and g...
**************************** I wanted to end the strip dare game this chapter, and move on to other stories in Amy's pledge experience, or to write from some of the other girls' perspectives, but this story took longer than expected, so I'll wait to conclude it in the next chapter. Characters in this story (as described in Part 1): Amy - main character...
This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. Copyright 2005 October, All Rights Reserved There are elements of this story that are true. To those whose experience I based it on I thank you. Feedback as always, is really appreciated Petra Rose I really should try and cut down on the coffee. For one thing it makes me extremely irritable and later on I...
It was my second year at the University of Pennsylvania when my parents went bankrupt and then separated. I'd always been spoilt, indulged and well educated (it was out of the question for me to go anywhere that wasn't Ivy League) so last fall they packed me up and sent me to Pennsylvania. And god, did I love it. Freedom? Check. Thousands of attractive boys...