One of the worst parts of living in a major city is the amount of people. After a while it becomes somewhat normal, but when you get outside of the city it shows just how abnormal this truly is. When you live in New York City, you feel more like sardines packed into a container than people living in close relation to one another. These thoughts were racing...
Disclaimer/authors not: All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. This is my first story so criticism is wanted as long as its constructive. I make these stories based on what I want and my own sexual fantasies. Thank you 😊 . * To tell this story right I need to start at the very beginning, the time where I first started to question my se...
Layla thought that the hike Selena had promised would be an intimate affair, just the two of them passing through a snaking trail far off the map, taking treacherous steps down slopes of black sand, possibly cutting through overgrown reeds with Gurkha knives and wearing anachronistic pith helmets. Instead, there were about nine people already there when the...
This is a story of infidelity involving an adventurous wife discovering herself. If cheating wives/girlfriends is not your thing then you will not enjoy this story. This is my first time writing a story like this so please comment with your criticisms. Your input helps me grow as a new writer. ***** "God this traffic is brutal," I thought to myself as I sa...
Author's note: Thank you very much for your response to chapter one – I truly appreciate the encouragement. This is a story about a consenting relationship between adults. Feedback is always welcome and gratefully accepted. Many thanks again to karaline for her patient editing and advice. And thank you again for reading! ***** Buyer's remorse was real. Ja...
On the ride from the Bois de Vincennes back into Central Paris, Runa and we detour through an old residential neighborhood that somehow eluded Haussmann's 19th-century wrecking ball. We stop at a cafe with a Belle-Epoch facade and Art Nouveau lettering. "Can you imagine?" I ask as we sip cafe expresso. "Cezanne could have sat here? Or Gauguin? or even van...
Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 15: One Hot Librarian's Faith Exchange ********** October 16, 2009: Friday, the Day of the Pool Party ********** Bobbie Sue stood by the door and let the last of the library patrons out, locking it behind them. "Staying late again?" asked the Coxville Public Library's...
The day after the party we woke up around noon. Neither Dani nor I had drunk that much, so we were feeling relatively well; but still we had to brush our teeth before having the morning kiss. My morning wood might have been already gone, but the kiss was long and passionate and I got a chance to feel up my beautiful girlfriend's almost naked body; before our...
Author's Note: This story was written by a transgender woman, with other transgender women as the intended audience. If that isn't you, then this is probably going to seem like a big departure from most of the stories on this site, and there may be some vocabulary or situations that are unfamiliar to you. Don't tell me about them. Google is your friend. Con...
Timmy was always jealous of his older sister. She was the favourite in the family and was always the centre of attention in every scenario. She was so beautiful, and people just loved her - Timmy always wanted to feel that love. He had recently turned 18 and puberty hadn't been kind to him. While all the other boys suddenly got taller and more muscular with...