The sun was beating down as the day reached its halfway point. It was another hard weekend at work, but I seldom complained because the money was decent most days. My name is Justice, and this is my life as I know it. I am a junior at Lakeview High School in a decent sized city, well suburb in Illinois. I am about 5'10" tall, and weigh about 170 lbs. I would...
I can't say that my schooling was exceptional, over and above some reasonable exam results I did OK and wasn't in too much shit with either teachers or other pupils. I had a couple of girlfriends, none of which went past the making out in the park after school. I went to college, on the basis of those results I got a good job in Engineering which would spon...
Wellllllll, this story took a bit of a surprise turn for me. I didn't see it coming. But I do have my box of tissues handy... for both my erotic writing and the sad stuff I write too. I will admit to you (my few followers-internet-friends) that I do tend to cry when my fictional characters die. Hey, don't judge. I have a soft heart. It's why I can't read bad...
Claire stared at her black patent leather Mary James against the stark white marble tiles that seemed to stretch from beneath her feet to the ceiling. His words echoed off the cold walls but her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest that she barely heard them. Until his hands on her shoulders pushed her down to sit upon the edge of the tub. He shook hi...
It had become the highlight of my day, sitting out on the bench in front of the apartment complex I called home, waiting for the school bus to drop the students off. This gives you an idea of how exciting retirement was for me, but at 65 you take your thrills anyway you can. Each day at 3:35 or so, the Catholic school girls go by, dressed in identical outfi...
Publisher's Note: The following is the unedited and unabridged diaries of Penelope Maidenhead, female adventurer and Hysteria sufferer. For those unfamiliar with the disease Hysteria was a condition discovered by Victorian doctors that explained much of the feminine propensity for lack of emotional control, and illogical behaviour. One of the most unfortunat...
From an idea by Dalhia57 Rohini woke up in an unknown bedroom. Mukherjee wasn't near her and apparently, he hadn't slept on her side. She understood him : there was dried cum on her thighs, on her face and between her buttocks. She had taken showers between fucks during the previous night romps with paying customers but they had filled her holes quite deepl...
Chapter 2: The Deal Ben banged the door, and that was the first Ginny knew he was back home. She leapt up and bounded up the stairs, not wanting Ben to realise she had been down in the basement. As soon as he had gone out the house she had wandered down there, just to gaze once more upon the machine. She had removed her top and knelt before it on the floor,...
The elevator hums, the numbers climbing as we ascend. I feel it more than usual, the nice Italian wine we shared has gone to my head like a velvet hammer. We lean against each other, full of an excellent meal, wine, and the dessert we didn't need but really wanted. We don't even talk, enjoying our physical presence way more than words can convey. My girlfri...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Okay, so, technically, it's 20 past midnight here as I'm writing this. But it's still April 9th in other parts of the US, so we're still going to count this as April 9th! Except the site won't say so. Anyway, I said I'd get it done today and I did, dammit. This one's fucking huge. It's 15,158 words, making it the biggest story by al...