After Brad left I spent the rest of the day cleaning house. The owners would be home later and I did not want the smell of sex lingering throughout. I made it back to my apartment around 3 PM just in time to receive a phone call from Bill. Bill lived in California and was a trucker. Like Brad, I met him through an AOL chat room. Bill was older than me by 1...
My friend Tom told me about a group of his friends who get together on Friday nights. "Why don't you come along with me?" He said. I asked him what this group was about. Tom was vague. He said that I had to come and see. He pestered me until I agreed to go along. That Friday Tom picked me up and we drove out to this rural location. We were driving on this...
I breathed a huge sigh of relief as the ship pulled away from the dock. The deck was crowded as the ship launched but I was happy to see dry land and all of my responsibilities disappearing into the distance. "Goodbye, Sarah," I whispered. For the next week, I was abandoning my identity. No one by the name of Sarah Price would exist on this ship. I had decid...
My name is Caitlin Mendel. A five-foot-ten, lean, blonde-haired and green-eyed, deeply nerdy Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Saint Marcus College, a local two-year school, and these days, life is okay. I like the way the school is looking this year. Forty two percent of the eight-thousand-person student body is of A...
Tim returned from leave and it was business as usual for two weeks. That is if you can call being Georgia in a working environment "usual". It wasn't that it was unusual for me to work in my office dressed as Georgia. That sounds weird because I am more Georgia than Peter, but never mind. Many days I will arrive at my office and change, sometimes just slippi...
Chapter 1: In which I get a Saturday job Hi, this is my story. So much has happened to me in the 3 years. I have gone from pretty naive girl to a self-confessed submissive slut and experienced some incredibly sexy adventures, a few of which I may live to regret, but hey, life is to be experienced and there is no point in becoming closed and cynical just bec...
Bob was halfway to the airport when he realized that he'd left a folder full of information that he would need on this trip on his desk at home. He looked at his watch and saw that he still had enough time to get home, get the papers, and still make it to the airport in time for his flight. He turned onto his street just in time to see Tina come down the fro...
Don Bobore Tramatza is a Catholic priest who's been sent to a remote town in Sardinia to inspect Don Zuseppe Mendula's parish, as the latter feels guilty of squandering the religious capital of the town. Don Bobore questions Don Zuseppe: "Zuseppe, I don't understand what are you complaining about. The last vendetta was carried out forty years ago, well befo...
How To Pick the Perfect Pooch. So you want to buy a dog, but you don't know which kind of dog to buy? Well, you've opened up the right story. It's good that you didn't open up a story of romance and intrigue. Yeah, it may have entertained you, but you'd still wonder which dog to buy after you read the story, whereas after reading this story, you'll at least...
This was originally intended for someone else to read, but I thought I’d like to share it within this forum... Hi It occurred to me a little while ago that you might be interested in reading about my own gradual awareness of my own body. Since it was obviously so different from anything that you experienced, I thought it would be good to write about - just...