"We need to talk!" The universal phrase that means someone is in deep shit came out of my mouth like the knell of doom. Sue stopped and looked at me for a moment, and then continued on towards the stairs, dragging that stupid little suitcase behind her. One wheel jittered from side to side as it always did, annoying me even more. "We can talk after I've r...
Author's notes: Warning: This story contains bisexual sex. There is both hetero sex, and bisexual sex between both women and men. If you're not into that, then kindly back out and find another story. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. I hope you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are always welcome, but please, only if you've read the story. I'd like t...
In the new year, when Diana returned to school for her second semester of her sophomore year at the school of nursing at the University of Michigan, she no longer had a lab partnership with Makayla Brown, who had become her best friend at school during the first semester. They were, though, able to maintain a weekly mid-week lunch date at the school's cafete...
A few weeks after this Liz and Fred invited us to their cabin in the woods. They said there was a swimming hole nearby and we could all go skinny dipping. "Right," I thought, "Skinny fucking is more like it." So we accepted the invitation, and that weekend we drove out to the cabin. The cabin itself was a disappointment. It was more like a shack: a run d...
F4MM DDF was all it said. I had to parse it out for myself. Yes, a female looking for two males. Didn't remember seeing that before. Must be a shill. Of course, I went into fantasy mode and my imagination took over. Maybe there was a chance it was real. I clicked the Heart icon and didn't think much more about it. Later, I got a reply "I'm looking to hav...
I simply love Black women. I think Black women are amazing. There, I said it. My name is Anne-Marie O'Neill. A young white woman of Irish descent with short dark brown hair and pale green eyes originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Way down in the United States of America. At five-foot-ten, with short hair, tattoos and a cigarette always at hand,...
I had been watching Jenny for weeks. Everyday she wore her sexy schoolgirl uniform. Of course, it was July and she had graduated five years ago, but it still had that sexy virgin appeal. Let's talk about me for a few minutes. After all, I am a man and that's all I care about. I'm 6'2 (well, the doctor says I'm 5'5, but I know he read the ruler wrong), and...
November is fast approaching which means NaNoWriMo season will soon be upon us. For those that don't know about it NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is a creative writing challenge whereby a writer tries to write a 50,000+ word novel in the month of November. Our challenge here will be a different one but in the same spirit of encouraging writing and...
The debate still rages as to whose fault it was. My husband Hank thinks you can't blame anybody but Sarah. "She's the slut after all," he argues. Tracy and Bill, Sarah's parents, blame Sean. "The boy hasn't learned cock control, yet. If you've got a foot long schlong, you can't walk around with it sticking out like a baseball bat!" Jill and Dave defend...
The lazy summer morning was rudely interrupted by the sudden ring of your cellphone, a harsh enough noise to wake up to but even worse when you were having such a fantastic dream. Groggily, and with a little cursing under your breath, you reached out to the ringing annoyance and answered. "Nnngh, hullo?" you muttered sleepily into the receiver. &qu...