"You fucking slut!" Becky shouted. Startled by the outburst, Liz turned to look at the other woman. The two coeds were standing in the ladies' room of the Art Building. Liz had been standing at the mirror, straightening her hair and clothes to make sure she looked good for art class, particularly for the art professor. With her curly dark hair, attractive...
"What the hell happened to you?" Becky almost lunged off the bed as Liz came through the door of the small studio apartment. Becky had still been asleep when Liz had left for art class. The sight of her friend - despite weeks of shared living space and passionate sex Becky still wouldn't allow herself to think of Liz as her girlfriend - was startling. Liz's...
Part Two: Cody Cock (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) Young Cody Hall, unaware of the events across the street, was taking a shower. He'd gotten home from his summer job at Fat Jack's Pork Palace, sweaty and grease-stained after a particularly grueling day. The manager behaved shittier than usual and the daily quota of obnoxious, entitled customers e...
The first part of this story contains images of self-abuse that might be disturbing. That is not the tone of the entire story, just the first part. If such images are unacceptable to you in any way, please bypass this story. * Denise felt the familiar eagerness in her pussy, that tingling desire she felt so often and satisfied so seldom. There, her son's...
Beto lived on the land, under the wire so to speak. Living in the woods he sometimes migrated closer to residential areas. He used simple traps for smaller game, and a cross bow for larger game for subsistence. He knew how to find edible fruits and nuts. Beto also had a trail cam he sometimes used for tracking game. On this occasion, he found on his trail c...
I was tired of the same old thing. Pose like this, pose like that, hold that pose for five minutes, now move like this. These were my instructions for two hours a day, five days a week. My mind was numb from the boredom and the twenty bucks an hour I was getting wasn't much compensation. Being a nude model for a college art class was no fun at all. When I fi...
Hi, there. My name is Patricia Saint Guillaume and I'm a young black chick living in the Back Bay neighborhood of the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm twenty years old, standing five feet ten inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is dark brown, my body is thick, my hips are wide and my butt is simply huge. I guess you could say tha...
Okay, these are a series of stories that I published but never finished. I figured it would be fun to post them here and see where they go. You can either continue the chapters where I left off, create different paths within the stories, or start something new entirely. As usual I leave my stories open, but be sure to abide by site rules. Have fun.What's nex...
Natalie - Relief Surrogate Karl was fuming. The interstate traffic from Tampa Airport had been jammed and he was long delayed in arriving with his passenger at the Total Woman Academy southern campus. It was one of his favorite facilities, with its sundrenched balmy climate and its variety of coed grade levels and ethnicities. He had waited almost a year fo...
My name is Melanie, and I am a student at a large state university—a place that has quite a reputation as a party school. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I am masquerading as a student to get some interesting perspectives on college life in the millennial age. I am really a writer/blogger working for an alternative newspaper. My editor approa...