In sixth grade on Valentine's Day, I got a valentine from Ritson Smart. Only it wasn't just a valentine, it also had a stick of gum, Fruity Stripes--the cherry one. We weren't allowed to chew gum at school, so I had to put it away for later. When it came time to compare our valentines, we girls sneaked to a hidden alcove in the bathroom. We called it the Bip...
Down the street of the neighborhood I grew up in, resided a small family of three comprised of two older parents and a single son who was a year behind me in grade, but actually a few months older. He was a rather hefty child, spoiled and waited on by his doting mother, who had the makings of a football linemen with his broad stature and stubborn strength. H...
Disclaimer: This is a personal story. Though it may sound ludicrous at times, it is true. I have changed all the names of the participants but mine, for the sake of privacy. I am not proud of it, but I will share it anyway. Comments are very welcome. Since English is not my native language please excuse some spots that might read awkward. ***** Hello, dea...
As he struggled to hold on to the rope that he was dangling from, Robert found himself surrendering to the helplessness of his situation. Once again his enemies in the neighborhood had caught up to him and dragged him to the woods to be hung from a tree by his tighty whities. His feet were barely touching the ground and his pants had been taken. The thugs an...
This story is a total fantasy with no basis in fact whatsoever. No one is under age and there is absolutely no physical pain. ***** When we arrived home we didn't talk a lot. Malcolm had a shower and I had a nice long soak in the bath. It gave me time to think. I thought about the Waiting Room scenario. I knew that all that time ago in the Railways Statio...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...
The yogurt is going to go bad. That's all I can think every time I open the fridge door. What possessed my husband to buy a gallon of yogurt at the grocery store? Smoothies. He said he wanted to start making smoothies. It would be good for us. It took him approximately two smoothie recipes to figure out he either doesn't like smoothies or doesn't know how t...
Things had slowed down after what had been a wild first three days of summer. I ran into my ex's slutty friend, Marie, at a party and gotten a wild blow job. The next day, we had sex in her hot tub and she set me up with another of my ex's friends, a hot track star named Anne. We had calorie-burning sex at her house the next night. But for about a week a...
It was two in the morning of Christmas Eve (or, I suppose, properly, Christmas Day) that I got the phone call from Marilynn Williams. I had sort of known Marilynn for a couple of years, but only sort of. She was a young woman who had dated a couple of men I knew, and presumably several I didn't. The times I talked to her she seemed pleasant and intelligent,...
It was a dark and stormy night. No, it wasn't. I just always wanted to start a story that way. It was in fact another sweltering evening in the Futian district of Shenzhen, China. My friend Kory and I were drinking Corona's like they were about to ban them from this God forsaken country. We were sitting at an outdoor bar called The Doghouse along with two...