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...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has be...
"You're starting to sound a lot like my mother, Jen" "Hey, I'm just being honest with you. You're twenty-seven and I don't think I've seen you date anyone since that creepy saxophone guy you took to prom. What was his name again?" "Jeff, and he played the bassoon. I have no idea how you mix the two up." "Yeah, whatever. Point is, it's not good to be on yo...
It started out as a room. Cindy stood in the center of the room. A tight, leather cuff encircled each wrist. A tight, leather shackle encircled each ankle. The chains dangled from the ceiling and the floor. Holding her arms up, widespread, over her head. Holding her legs far apart. Cindy wasn't sure what else was in the room. Constantly, she heard Linda's...
I always had a good sex life and never made a big secret about my bi-sexual tendencies, even though my first girl on girl masturbation/ sex experience occurred only a few days before my 19th birthday. After a blazing row I dumped my then boyfriend. I got over him very quickly as he was a bastard anyway and never gave a shit about anything but himself. Nevert...
Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from 'suburban marriages', and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines. Extreme disappointment was the best way to...
My first time. Her name was Brandi. She was new to town, and the first person to be openly gay in public. I had feelings an urges, and had experimented with a close friend, but experimenting was as far as I'd gone. It was our senior year in high school, and we were both 18 and in choir together. Now I lived in a small southern town. It was mostly old timer...
She did not like the railway station and cringed her nostrils in disgust. The Nizamuddin railway station was packed with peddlers, beggars nomads and passengers translating the whole stage into pure pandemonium. 'What a madhouse,' she protested as usual. 'This is our country, there is a method in this madness,' her father defended the melee. The dust,...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Allison's Addiction" is a joint literary effort. I joined forces with an author named Anon140 in order to create this story. If you like this story, he should get part of the credit. As always, if you have any suggestions to improve the story, please click on my name, and e-mail me your suggestions. * * * * * I continued to have wet drea...
I'm happy to be single tonight, I smiled to myself as I listened to some rap music on YouTube. There I sat, typing away on Microsoft Word at a computer terminal inside the Carleton University library's second floor. It's almost six in the afternoon, and the library is busy as ever. Just another cold day in Ottawa, Ontario. From time to time, I glanced at my...