Austin paced gloomily through the deserted campus on a dark Saturday evening. He avoided the puddles of light cast by the streetlamps, preferring the darkness for his sulking. Old leaves crunched beneath his boots as he wove his way past bare trees and the frozen stream that wound its way through the center of the college. He hid his fists deep in his jack...
WARNING ---------------------------------------- Do not read this unless you are willing to give up complete control of yourself. If you continue with these sessions you will lose control of yourself and become a slave. Do not proceed unless you are completely sure this is what you want. ------------------------------------------------- I am posting the...
Let me start by saying that this story is entirely based on real life. My name is Thomas, but most of my friends call me Tom. While the events in this story happened a few years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 19 years old, a freshman in college, studying computer science. Now I was and am your typical nerd at heart. I love sci-fi shows and a...
Whoopee -- a real date. I mean a REAL plan-ahead, "I'll pick you up at 7:30, we're going to this new, elegant, make-reservations-three-weeks-in-advance-restaurant" DATE. Women know exactly what I'm talking about. Gentlemen, you just have to trust me on this one, and read on, because I'll tell you one way that we (the female of the species) can show our appre...
I grew up accustomed to compliments, because I seemed to have it all going for me in the looks department once I got past that awkward stage and a lot of bad hair cuts at around thirteen years old. I was petite, yet voluptuous, reminiscent of Betty Boop, with a face that always looked younger, and naturally curly hair that I hated but everyone seemed to envy...
*** Just a quick story that I had an idea of the other day, I had a mindset of humour when writing this *** The Painting The bell clattered quickly as Jeremy opened the door to the antiques shop. Shoving his freckled face through and into the shop, he was hit but the musty smell that only comes with advanced age of things. As the bell clattered again just...
May 1st 2004 Thanks to some foul-tasting medicine, the early birthday present from the kids has been cleared up so I’ve stopped the baboon-like itching of my posterior and I’m looking forward to a rip-roaring birthday. Did I mention it’s my 36th? It is also Pauline’s birthday, Amelia’s and the guy’s next door. A group of girls are going out to help Pauline...
We finished shopping for groceries and Ms. D dropped me off at my house. We didn't talk about the kiss but it didn't seem awkward between us either. It was a strange feeling. I did feel much better. I had never opened myself up like that to anyone. An hour after I got home I got a text message from Ms. D "Hang in there :)" The next day at school was pretty...
A light mist was falling as I stepped from our car into the parking lot of the adult bookstore and theater. I raise my hand in an attempt to cover my teased hair as I ran toward the door. My short red raincoat barely covered the tops of my white nylons. With the exception of my garterbelt, hose, and heels I was totally nude under the garment. I looked back a...
A puff of steam exited the shower with her. A normal bath towel could wrap up two of her. Bronze shoulders and toes are all that peak out. The perfectly knotted towel, intertwined with her brown locks is like an elaborate crown. The blow drier seems to shriek in the room lit mostly by moonlight. The towel loosens as she brushes her way through the long...