All characters involved in any sort of sexual relation are 18 years old or older *Note* I just posted chapter one, and already noticed a continuity error. I started the story with James living in the basement, then somehow at the end he was living up stairs. I’m sorry for that error, as I fixed it in this chapter. Happy reading! Thank you for all the wonde...
Authors note – thanks to Darkniciad for editorial assistance. This wouldn't have been published otherwise. When I got back to Portland, there was no answer when I called Amy. I shrugged it off and buried myself in a new contract I'd picked up. I spent three blissful days elbow deep in python and PHP, building a new server back end for a game company –...
This story uses the character of "Dr. Donald Larkin", with the explicit permission of SEVERUSMAX, an established writer on this site. It's a minor character in his story "The Professor's Bride", mentioned only briefly. This is his past and background. Donald Larkin lived in a college town, but his parents weren't part of the faculty. His mother taught, alr...
I was advertising for a new legal assistant in the Ohio State University student newspaper, and I was overwhelmed with people looking for work. The applicants would line up and I would interview them one by one. Most of them I immediately rejected as someone whom I would never give thousands of dollars of my money to. But there were many, so many, who were b...
We woke up early in the next morning and made Sara ready for the school. I was getting a fatherly feeling for the first time in my life. That felt really good to feel responsible about a child unlike it's with work. I took Sara to the school which was at a 15 minute driving distance from her home. When I returned to Melinda's place, she was having a shower....
Why am I here? What the hell am I doing? Those questions raced through Shelley's mind over and over. She came down the boarding ramp from the plane and stepped into the terminal at McCarron International Airport. Nervously, Shelley scanned the crowd that was heading towards baggage claim. He was there. Leaning against a pillar near Ben & Jerry's. Sh...
If you had told me when I was fifteen that I could one day date a sex addict, I would have thought it was a dream come true; what could be better than a girlfriend (especially a hot one) who wanted to have sex all the time. However, I would later find out that the reality is not at all what I had imagined. In reality, dating a sex addict is exhausting and st...
This chapter takes place immediately after Chapter 1 *** Back to the Present *** Sunday night after Melody left to return home. Anne confronted DC. "You could have told me you had a girlfriend." Anne's voice held nine parts simmering righteous anger and one part broken heart. "Before this weekend I didn't have one. Technically, I still don't." "What, s...
Peter was lucky in love, as hard as that was to believe. At least, he considered himself so. No matter what grave misfortunes his love life had suffered, how could he consider himself unlucky when he had people like Mary Jane, like Felicia in his life? Then there was Ana, Betty, Debra... it took a lot to make girls like that pale in comparison, but nonethele...
Friday the 2nd There were long brown marks where the paint had been chipped by Amanda's headboard. The wooden headboard scraped along the painted white walls as her bed rocked back and forth as Brandon fucked her for the second time that week. She lay on her back, leaning up while he knelt between her legs ramming her. She loved the way he fucked her. He w...