I was eighteen and a Senior in high school when I met him. He was every girls fantasy, and the first person I'd ever met that made me feel that way. To this day, I don't know what it was about him that made my heart beat flutter and my breathing constrict. This is my story. Our story. Like I said I was a senior in High School when I met Sam Perry. At my hig...
Mercury's mouth would not stop salivating. Leda was simply gorgeous, her whole naked body displayed so provocatively before him, so inviting, just waiting for him to bend down and take it. Thinking to himself "Even demanding bosses give good perks sometimes" and this was definitely one of those times. Yawning, and still occasionally sneezing, Leda was a pure...
Kelly, Janiqué, and I rode through Columbus for a while to christen my new bike. It's hot pink paint job got a lot of attention. Usually it doesn't matter which one of is up front at any given time when we ride together, but this time they insisted I stay in the lead. After a while, we stopped for some food. Kelly and Janiqué sat across from me in the booth...
I read somewhere that some people think that girls aren't loyal or that they are particularly tricky and dishonest when it comes to friendships, especially friendships with the opposite sex. I don't know who those people were talking about but they sure as hell weren't talking about me. A while ago, I was alone. In fact, I cannot recall a time when I wasn't...
This is a true story. However, for obvious reasons, people’s and place names have been changed. Any similarities are, therefore, a coincidence, and were not intended. It is drawn from my own experience. It was about eight o’clock when she rang and hung up. She did that when she wanted to talk, but didn’t have credit on her phone. I rang her back. “Hi, Dave...
I'd always hated myself for what I had done. Betrayed his trust and lost everything that we were. I loved him. I love him. I love you. Jackson. I repeated those words with every slash on my thigh. Tears stung my eyes but I bit them back, wanting to hurt myself. The whiteness of the bathroom hazed in my eyes. I felt like I was high. Cutting was my personal...
*Quick comment: I noticed that lately I've been diving into the college plot more in my stories and it may annoy some that I don't expand my plots, but I hope my readers like this story and please feel free to give me feedback. I edited the best I could and I would use the help of an editor, but I'm too impatient and eager to have this one published. For a w...
Many years ago I lived in a small apartment building, the landlord, a friend of a friend, lived on the first floor with his wife and daughter. When I moved in, his daughter Jackie was under eighteen years of age. I would pay her to feed my cat when I was out of town, but, otherwise, I didn't see much of her. I might run into her once a year in the hallway, s...
An Intimate Interlude. The ship never rested, never slept; most of the time it was on the move, shifting its colossal bulk from one harbour to the next, freeing its occupants to wander on dry land before recalling them back into its keeping. Those people it did allow to go free were quickly replaced; there was always a ready supply of bodies to keep it comp...
Meghan's sister, Bridget, had always been the more sexual of the two. Meghan's boyfriend, Nick, had initially started coming around to the house more because Bridget would always come home from school in those wonderfully small volleyball shorts: blue mesh with yellow fringes, riding up just enough to expose the slightest hint of her cheeks, supple and perfe...