It was late in the afternoon and it was hot. On a day like this you want to be sitting somewhere in the shade, a cold drink in your hand and in the company of good friends. What you don't want to be doing is walking in the blistering heat home, having already walked three miles and knowing it's another 6 before you get home. And that's what Carly was doing h...
"Wow finally!" I said as they passed into Florida. My co worker smiled back at me. We had just been out of town for her birthday. She wanted to go to a huge concert in Atlanta. "Just another five hours to go." she said a bit too loud. "Shhh!" I shouted back at her. She looked into the back seat of my suv. There was Henry her boyfriend passed out on the s...
Readers comments and critiques are greatly appreciated. The crisp sound of hard soled uniform shoes clacked on the linoleum tiled floor of Ridgeview High school. Sergeant Kendrick Tyler, portfolio in hand, strode down the cool hall. Cutting an impressive figure, Kendrick wore his Class B uniform, tailored blue and black, dress shoes polished to a high sheen...
What did I do Last Night? It must have been that drink, the Mata Hari. My head felt a little fuzzy as I reached for the comforting feel of my husband lying next to me in our hotel room. It was still dark while I scooted up next to him and felt the warmth of his naked skin in the darkness. At first I didn't realize he felt a little different, longer and more...
Amanda Sallust was the daughter of wealthy American parents who sent her to a convent school in Europe to ensure she received a rounded education without the distractions of the typical American co-educational system. In other words, they wanted to keep their daughter away from boys! And she was a very desirable young lady indeed. Five feet, five inches ta...
I'm the high school Band teacher from the Chicago area that sent in my story from a couple months ago about having an unexpected sexual romp with a couple of my African-American students at my house after school one afternoon. I wrote about how I was 35, curvy, and single, and how that afternoon awakened a sexual hunger in me. On that particular day in Marc...
Hey my name is Ashley. I am about 5'3, with shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. My boobs are rather average, but I have got it where it counts. I have an ass that could make even black girls jealous. I am about 160lbs and wear a size 13 jeans (It sounds a lot worse then it is!). Just because my pants size is so big doesn't mean I'm fat I am not f...
It is said that in college one learns some of the world’s most important lessons. One of those lessons was not to judge a book by its cover. A lesson I had the fun of learning hands on. It was the fall. I knew this because the leaves were turning the odd dead colors of orange and brown, sometimes yellow, and school was back in session. I found myself perfor...
(Author's Note: All fictional characters depicted in this story are at least 18 years old.) "Nice ass, Becky!" Marcus yelled from the top of his lungs from the other side of the school's hallway, directing his crass comment at me. Fucking prick. I hated Marcus. I dealt with him enough throughout high school. It was senior year, and I was still dealing wi...
In times of war, men and women are called upon to do terrible things. War is useless, wasteful and devastating. Yet it's a constant part of human existence. Often it's a large scale conflict involving powerful nations. Other times, it can be a war between households, businesses, neighbors, friends and family members. War cannot be avoided. I think it's part...