It's dark, smells like beer, the floor is sticky. I only just got here, but I'm regretting the decision. My two friends are sitting in a corner judging the drunk people. I get closer to them so I can hear their bantering. A piece of my long hair catches on someone's shirt as I closely pass by. I look back to see the stranger and recognize him as a friend of...
Andy's heart stopped when she saw those words mouthed straight into the camera. "I want to fuck you," was what she knew he said. She had turned on the live feed of the restaurant cameras when she had gotten home that night hoping to catch something after a while with no action, and was since glued to the TV. One of the luxuries of living alone was that whe...
Author's Note: Hello! This story was originally published in an anthology which is no longer available, so I have it back to do with what I want. And I want to share it with my Lit buddies! I'm putting it here in BDSM because that sort of sex is the ultimate thrust [heh] of the story, BUT ... you have to be patient because the real BDSM action doesn't show u...
"There's gonna be chicks right?" Jake, one of my best friends yammered from the passenger seat for the millionth time since we left my house to head to a keg party. "Jake dude, I have no fucking idea, I didn't throw this party, I didn't invite people." I replied. He looked at me for a second considering this then pulled a cigarette from his pack, lit it an...
My younger brother Jeff and I have always had a rocky relationship. He's really only my step-brother and I am ten years older than he is. When he was 20, I got divorced and moved back in with him and our mother. That's when things came to a head. He did a lot of things that really irked me. One of these involved the stupid ping pong paddles. I know this sho...
This is Chapter 3 of Accepted, a continuing story about Sasha Milovic. If you have not read the previous chapters, please check it out before diving in! I had originally written the first three chapters before deciding to submit them, so please be patient as I work on future ones. After seeing how long (or short!) the first two ended up being when publishe...
So, here I was, waiting in the back corner of the garage, the door to the empty bay open. The night-light illuminating the front reaches of the garage. The garage lights were off. Instead, in the shadow of the corner, I waited for him to come. Nearly a year ago I had met Master Cock on-line. This was a unique chat room, one where submissive wannabe transves...
Dear Shoeblossom Deuce, my second son is finally beating me at Ping-Pong. The ball flies over my head! When I was a kid the balls were just white, but now they come in neon orange! Deuce looks relieved, I wonder why. Is it because I have always punished him, taking his pants down and spanking him hard with my paddle when I beat him at table tennis...what a...
On Tuesday Marc Zoumakis was doing what he usually did, pushing proposals and amendments and prospectuses around on his desk, checking figures on his computer, making calculations. It seemed boring to other people--and occasionally to him--but there was a side of the insurance business that meant dealing with people, sometimes helping them, and that appealed...
"I just don't think it'll ever work out." I complained to my friend Sarah. "He's really nice, and he's just too handsome to want someone like me." I had had a crush on our friend Matt ever since I met him freshman year. The very first time we met I doubt he even remembers, I walked into his dorm with one of my friends and he was plastered! He very kindly i...