Parts of this story are true. It was written to be entertaining. If you don't like the subject of a cheating girlfriend, don't read this story. I do not need your moral judgments. We all learn lessons in life by our experiences. Do not cast a stone unless you are sinless yourself. I don't fancy myself a writer!! Please don't call me a slut. Maybe you can't r...
Note: all characters 18 years of age or older. ---- I was literally opening the door when I heard Marty's voice booming behind me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. No freaking way." I spun around quickly and batted my eyelashes. "What's wrong?" I asked innocently. "Are you kidding me?" he asked. "There is no way in hell that I'm letting you go to school dressed like...
It was thursday morning and Megan had just parked the car outside the building that would be her home for the coming years. She was twenty-one years old, a bit older than most that were just about to start college but she had taken some time off school to work and earn some starting money before coming here. Mostly because she wanted to afford an apartment i...
This is a reworking of the original School for Scandal story. I have changed the perspective from first to third person. The first third of this story is more or less the same as the original School for Scandal: Chapter One, except with some minor adjustments. It then opens out in different ways, so please persevere or skip the first 3000 words if you recogn...
"There are so many really cool things about being in love, you know? You can have the best day imaginable with ... nothing ... just her. Just being alone with her pretty much makes everything okay," Jared said as he sat in the middle of the big round booth at Player's Sport Bar & Grill. "Huh, oh. This does not sound good," Pete remarked as he entered and wa...
Forget-me-nots and second thoughts live in isolationHeads or tails and fairytales in my mind -- Green Day, Are We The Waiting October 21, 2001 Sexual success is an addiction. I had slept with a dozen women in my life and could relive each first encounter with near-perfect recall. I remembered wiping away the tears in Heather's eyes while we claimed each...
This is a work of fiction and all characters are fictional. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is completely coincidental. This story contains some very mild watersports. If this offends please do not read. British English terminology is used throughout. If you are unable or unwilling to deal with this, please avoid reading. Prologue I was sat with...
Life is full of the unforeseen—twists and turns and ironies that crop up when we least expect it. What happened to me recently underscores the point. First, let me take you back, way back to the late fall of 1965 at a place called the Baltimore Civic Center and a rock group called the Rolling Stones. The Stones were on their second American tour that Novemb...
Lindsay and Aaron shared several more passionate encounters in her classroom, but she still felt a burning need for something more. She somehow felt that her fantasy, her TRUE fantasy, hadn't been fulfilled and despite thinking she would never sleep with a student, the thought of some senior stud, freshly 18 and ready to go, turned her on more than anything....
The child's mother was almost dragging her son up the front steps of Saint John's. As they burst through the door onto the landing between the floors, the lower staircase led to the gym and locker rooms. The upper flight led to the first floor offices and classrooms. As the nervous mother and her son hurried up the stairs, you could hear the anxiety in her v...