This is a Valentine's Day Contest entry. To vote, please click the stars at the end of the story. Thank you. ********************** Sunday evening I emailed Mrs. Sherman, my English instructor, with the following message: Mrs. Sherman, I know I have no right to ask this, but I need an extra week for my project. I have had one terrible incident after the...
I pulled up to Leah's apartment; a small, blue and white Cape Cod-style house with heavily weathered shingles. It had inexpensive rent and overlooked the parking lot for a hair salon and a cheap Chinese takeout spot we sometimes ate at after a late night of drinking. I fondly recall all the times I sat across from Leah, watching her interrupt a silly grin by...
This is a companion piece to the stories of Seaborne Memorial High School. It's Lucas' turn this time. He turned out to be a little more introspective than I was expecting, but then he is an English teacher. He's a slow, cautious guy; this ain't a quick spank story, though most of mine aren't. Enjoy! * * * Until that Thursday, I thought of her as "Liz...
I remember three key details from when I first saw her: her hair; what she wore; and an overwhelming feeling that I would get to know her. I had no idea who she was, and though I could tell she was attractive, right then and there I didn't feel an overwhelming physical attraction to her looks. What I did feel, however, was an attraction to her in a manner be...
I can't apologize enough for how long I made you wait for this. Forgive me. I'm a little anxious about posting this. It was so, so hard to write. I was finally able to finish this chapter thanks to all the support I got from you readers. You're all amazing. To make up for the wait, I made this chapter extra-long. Riley and Laura had a lot to talk about. B...
This is the fourth Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from the third story onward, the Convertible stories are standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...
Disclaimer This is a four-part white woman, black man cuckolding novel. It is written based on fantasy sexual scenarios. Some characters are written as stereotypes in order to advance this fantasy. The cuckold character behaves weakly and doesn't stand up for himself. The black bull characters behave aggressively, and are not written as living human beings...
*All character engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned. *This is a long story intended to span many chapters, please go back and read the previous chapters or else this won't make a lot of sense. If you are looking for a quick fix this probably won't be for you. This story gets violent and reads like a jumble...
Note: All characters are 18 years or older, some are way older. I have been fighting a sixty page piece that was supposed to fill this spot, but it won. So I am jumping ahead in the timeline a little and will post the other once I beat it into submission. Working title on it is currently 'The Lost Year'. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy. Plea...
My arms were stretched over my head as I finished hanging the last sheet of drywall. Another step closer to the end of the two year process of renovating our first house, it was hard to conceal my sense of pride at turning a worthless wreck into the nicest place on the block. But as soon as I heard the garage door starting to open, I felt that familiar pang...