Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Hamlet, Act 2, Scene II Words are my element, as water is to a fish, or air to a bird. Words are what I work with, by day as a lawyer, by night as a copy editor. Words have been in my mind since before I can remember. And they fill my brain like a rush-hour bus, with barely standing room be...
I couldn't wait to get home and be alone again – to scold and punish myself for being so naughty. Or maybe Melissa would do it for me. Grin. She frequently did. I'd often confess little things to Melissa in my guilty girl voice and she would admonish me in a stern mature manner that made me melt. "It made me feel... dirty." "But you liked that didn't you...
If I was ever offered the chance to go back in time to a particular period of my life I would without hesitation choose to return to my first year in college. High school was a very awkward time for me as I worked to overcome my tall, gangly body and a certain amount of social clumsiness. By the time I was a senior no one would notice that I had become bet...
Authors note: If you are one of the readers who got bent out of shape over my story "The Racist" I'd advise you to skip this one. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My dick had gotten me in trouble before, but it had never before brought me to the edge of disaster. And disaster is just what I was seeing as I listened to the black woman who was planning on...
(Author's note: this is a snippet from a full sized novel that has been accepted for publication. Consider it a teaser; if you want to read more then pick up a copy of "Unpredicted Prophecy" when it comes out...) The last trail was a fairly good sized chamber, with no obvious chasms to fall into, tight spaces to bar their way, or icy pools to freeze them so...
(Disclaimer: while this story has had many elements changed, it is based on true events. If you are wanting an instant stroke-story, you will have to look elsewhere, as the sex in this story is a ways in coming. Thanks for reading! Chapter II is coming soon!) * The second the glass slipped from my fingers, the world started to move in slow-motion. I could...
She wanted to be the perfect boy. She had a nice boyish personality when she let it out of the back corners of her mind, but he was geeky at best, and terribly clumsy. Where she was eloquent, he stuttered; where she was graceful, he walked into doorframes. But, gazing at the bishounen across the table, she felt the boy in her mind rise up in a glorious panic...
The following is my true story. Funny to recall that I was once so naïve I didn't realize that a girl could get pregnant having sex if the boy had already cum once. I blew Anthony off and then I agreed to have sex with him. We came so close... so incredibly close and I remember how bad it hurt with him trying to get inside me. Then my grandfather knocked o...
"I'm sorry Samantha," he said, "I can't turn this down." "Bullshit, Simon. We haven't had even a weekend together for months." "I know, but this really is more important. If it all comes off, I'll be in line for the promotion to regional director, with both more money and time together." I thought I'd had this organized for more than a month now, getting...
It was the afternoon at the Hollyweather high school. Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage. "And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important...