“Hey! Quit kicking sand in our faces!” I yelled at the steroid junkie when he caught the volleyball. “That man is the worst nuisance on the beach,” my girlfriend said. If I didn’t know better I’d think the bastard was doing it on purpose. He saw me stand up and turned to face me. “Listen here,” he said. “I’d smash your face… Only you’re so skinny you mig...
The address on Mick's registration papers was more like I had imagined a Lamborghini would be parked. Warburton was a chic coastal village built upon and between a series of hills running perpendicular to the coastline, giving a tightly rolling look to the town. It had many beaches stretching long and golden before a deep blue sea; one run of hills extended...
This is an entry in Lit's Winter Story Contest 2006. It's more-or-less a Romance. There's some talk about sex, but the only real action is a fairly brutal fight. Consider yourself warned. == A weary Seeburg Select-O-Matic jukebox crouched beside the front door of The Rebel Yell. The tenth playing that evening of "Please Come Home For Christmas" was just e...
This story is based on a true encounter. I was gay up until I was 19. I knew I was different as a kid and as I got into my teenage years I started to experiment with older guys. I was a good looking kid/teenager however very oblivious to it. It wasn't until I was about 18/19 that I realized I was actually good looking, nice body and what would a lot consid...
Authors note: After my first story was published, I got to thinking about what would happen if the woman I based the female character on read the story and recognized herself. That thought was the genesis for this story. Reading Old Folk's Boogie before this will make some of the references clear. ***** After what seemed like endless false starts and bouts...
The Tragic and Sorry Saga of Fuckstick Jones a lighthearted erotic story Jedidiah (AKA Fuckstick) Jones was born on May 15th, 1985, in the tiny hamlet of Busted Nut, West Virginia. His parents were Sara and Mayfield Jones, farmers. Being farmers, and with seven other children to feed, the Jones family didn't have two nickels to rub together much less spend...
It was late, past midnight when I awoke. I was alone in the great bed, and silver moonlight flooded in through the bedroom windows. I shook my head to clear it, and wondered where the girls were. I got out of bed and wandered through the silent house. As I approached the great room I could begin to hear their voices. At last I could see them together in the...
Can a Muslim lesbian be addicted to sex? I am honestly starting to think so. My name is Amina Khalid, a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and a while ago, I discovered the truth about myself. I am a Muslim woman, I am queer, and a dedicated student at Algonquin College in suburban Nepean. Oh, and I have something which I must c...
Previous chapters – Ken and Ellen have invited her sister Susie and boyfriend Billy to visit them on the farm. They have enjoyed watching them and being watched. Ken and Ellen have started to partake of their guest anyway that they can! Suzie and Billy surprised Ken dressed in Suzie lingerie and used “Kendra” as the slut she was. They even had Ellen sucking...
He sees her as she is walking into the bookstore, framed in the doorway for a moment. Her simple peach sundress is allowing the sun to show her long legs through the fabric . . . long legs exposed all the way to the crotch. He catches his breath for a moment as his eyes move up her body, for she is wonderfully proportioned, well-shaped legs, a slender waist...