This is only my second story. I'm not sure if it is better. But I will let you be the judge of that. Remember I am not an English major and suck at grammar. I did have Havu546 go over the grammar. But I have made changes after she sent it back. So if there are errors they are more than likely made after she checked it. Please vote or leave a comment. I will...
It started out on a crisp, breezy evening. Three women, friends since high school, would do anything for each other no matter the consequences. In this small group were Tracey, the kind doctor, Rochelle, the tough as nails cop, and Linda, owner of the finest bistro in town. For these fine women, night time was always fun time. The three of them started the...
As the days went by my mother monitored Jahil's health. When his condition began to slip she would start a course of treatment. She used needles to ease the pain, oils to help with the sickness, and sex (lots of sex.) Something about their energy exchange was changing my mother. She was able to create new spells and potions, even improving on existing recipe...
It hurts when I pull back the curtains and look out my front window, but I want to see my family and to remind myself of the consequences of bad choices. My ex-husband lives across the street. His house has a pool. I can't refuse our boys to go there and have fun. We have no formal schedule of visits. My ex-husband and I talk frequently about what is on the...
This story is based on the song of the same name by Cypress Hill. It's my interpretation of the song's meaning. I took poetic licence with the ending and used another of their songs, One Last Cigarette as an ending. There is no sex in this story but it's not for younger eyes due to the type of story it is. Inspiration for the story was very much in the vein...
Stories in this contest can be based around any winter holiday, or even just end-of-the-year festive nostalgia and atmosphere. No descriptive sex in this and it could have been posted in any of a number of categories. Whichever one you want is exactly where I should have put it. I decided on this category as this subject matter tends to draw the ire of thos...
"Life sucks and then you die, but sometimes you don't get to stay dead," that's what I would love to have seen on my headstone. Nope, they wrote the usual crap, rest in peace, and all that jazz. Someone even wrote that I was a beloved son and a kind soul. Ha! Kind of mundane, don't you think? Given the way I lived my life, raising all kinds of Hell, sometime...
Thanks to Steve ciao for once again editing my story. I've also removed all caste references because of requests by some of the readers. For the next two days Kayal was bored. She would occupy herself with household chores, but it wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, she would end up in the same place, watching porn and masturbating to thoughts of...
**All characters are over 18. Tags include anal, deep throat, impregnation, married. M/F. BDSM themes are very light, but I wasn't sure if there was a better category.** *** Being married was hard. Holly was walking back home after seething and pacing for several hours. It was late and she was more upset at herself now then at Greg. "I can't believe I sa...
Emi coughed as the whiskey left a scorching trail down her throat. The bartender, dressed in plaid, gave her a knowing look. "Don't take many shots, do you?" he said with a smirk. She frowned and slid the glass back over the glossy black top of the bar. It rankled her, but she still passed him a few crumpled bills as a tip. Her eyes returned to the sheet of...