After going home, sleeping, and waking up again, Tarri put on any clothes she could find -- sweatpants, a wrinkled tank top lying on the floor, it didn't matter -- and left her room. It was dark out already, but a few people were out walking, and Tarri saw a guy with long hair walking his happy girlfriend along with his arm wrapped around her waist. The sigh...
What's good, Fam? I'm Kelvin "K-Man" Wattford and I'm a man with a big problem. Alright, let's get certain things out of the way. I'm a Bisexual man, deal with it. I make it with females and with dudes, well, certain dudes. I don't like effeminate males, I find them annoying as fuck. Sorry, but I've got to have some standards. That's not the issue in today's...
Teri had a girlfriend named Rochelle at the office where she worked, and we'd known her and her partner John for a year or so, running around with them and getting high a lot. She was from Austin, he from Seattle; they were easy to hang out with. Rochelle was very slender with auburn hair, fine facial features and impossibly white skin, and John was black--...
As you open your eyes, your whole body aches and you realize that you are in a dark room that is unfamiliar to you. You begin to panic and try to move but your limbs don't seem to want to respond. As you become more alert you determine that you are in a hospital bed and that your arms and legs are in casts and traction. As you lay there trying to remember wh...
Hello you naughty girls and boys! Dee's concerned about Tom's ability to handle her and her friends. Here we find a little more about the ladies in the group. All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older. ***** Dee lay there on the couch holding Tom close, her shirt covering him almost down to his waist. His small soft tongue was making slow...
The Filthy Hermit—we'll call him that though he had long ago forgotten his name, and long ago had lost touch with anyone who might call him by name—lived in a filthy shack in the woods behind Seven Church Acres, one of the many upper middle-class subdivisions dotting Northern Virginia. In a long-ago period he scarcely recalled, the Filthy Hermit had owned on...
James was exhausted after meetings in two continents over five days. He had missed Belinda, he always did, and the thought of seeing her smile loomed large as he walked up to the front door. He realised that he didn't yet have a key for the new security lock, and so had to wait patiently for her to answer the door. When she did, she was wearing only a sheer...
1996 Ohio "No shenanigans this time!" The ash-brown haired Marie declared. "We'll work in the dinning room." "Uh, yeah, sure." Darterrius replied confused. "You ain't a fan of my choice of channels?" At six-foot the light brown Darterrius towered over the nearly post white five foot one Marie. At his words her face had turned red. "You know why!" She st...
It started, as these things so often do, with the police. Because they went to the wrong house (if your warrant says 253 Oak DRIVE, you're not supposed to go to 253 Oak LANE -- they're on completely opposite sides of the city), they broke down the door of Councilman Jackson's house and when he and his wife reflexively reacted to someone smashing in the door,...
Yasmin Amir and Abdi Osman have known each other for most of their lives. They grew up within walking distance of the Marketplace Area in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. They attended the same schools and prayed at the same mosque. Yasmin went to the University of Ottawa to study Law while Abdi went to Carleton University to study Criminology. The two best...