Author’s Note: This is a true story. It happened on the night of August 30, 2003. It wasn’t the most exciting weekend to start with. I was going to St. Mary-of-the-Woods College, an all-girl school, which meant that I never got to have any “fun” unless my boyfriend Brandon came down to visit me. Nothing really interesting had been going on, so Brandon had c...
Tyler hated that he was wrangled into playing Santa at the stupid little kiddy party that his mom's work sponsored every year. It was hard to say no to your mother, especially when she is recently diagnosed with inoperable cancer. She used the most annoying tactic on the earth to get him to agree . . . I might not live to see another Christmas. Tyler hated t...
Shelly had used all of her monthly supply of birth control pills and needed to make another appointment with Dr. Wilson. He again scheduled her for a Friday afternoon and she would be the last patient that day. She was anticipating another exam and she had some more questions to ask the doctor. She had started to have sexual contact with some of the boys, b...
I just slept with my 9th girl. I met her online and she was looking to be dominated. Well, I thought I'd do my best. It took some art work to get her over here. I had to put up with being canceled on at the last minute last night. And then once she got here, I was ackward and almost lost her. She wanted some second-hand pot smoke but I started coughing befor...
It was a dark and stormy evening. Jennifer watched the drops of water hit the window in an apparently random array. She blew a puff of warm air against the glass and attempted to draw shapes, constellations, letters, anything between the drops but nothing appeared. Jennifer wiped the glass clean with her folded napkin, inhaled deeply, and settled into the ce...
A few years ago, I belonged to a writers' workshop where we were challenged to write a story that was badly written, as though by an amateur, yet still holds the reader's interest. It's likely that other writers will appreciate it more than non-writers since the former should recognise all of the deliberate errors. * I was in front of her house fixing my...
How many times had Sara heard it? 'Don't cry over spilt milk.' She had probably said it a hundred of times over the past fifteen years of motherhood. But it was the rapidly withdrawing backside of her cherubic little angel and youngest child that had the words springing to mind this time. She knew that run. It meant only one thing: her daughter had gotten in...
(All characters in this story are at least 18 years old) Joanne Abadila was at a loss. It was not the death of her estranged parents that got to her. Joanne's parents where a very traditional, conservative family. They had very strict, scheduled to the letter life-plan in mind for her since the day she was born. She was meant to go to the same law schools, h...
Author's Note: This story contains futa/futanari, lesbian and fantasy content and will eventually contain Female on Male sex. If that's not your thing, well, you were warned. This first chapter serves more as setup for further chapters, so bear with me. All Characters are over 18 years old. Enjoy, and give feedback otherwise. Vrida's golden red eyes are clo...
The first ski trip with the ex had gone as well as could be expected. I had asked Tina to come along so there was another set of eyes on our daughter, Zaida. It had been her first time skiing, and I'm not that great of a skier, so I was worried about losing her on the mountain. There hadn't been any squabbles, and just a couple of tense moments. Fast forwa...