It was a dry heat, they always said. Amaya brushed back a few strands of black hair and paused for water. In the shade, even the whisper of a breeze cooled her. This didn't really qualify as hot, not yet anyway. Maybe it'd get there this afternoon. The kind of heat that soaked into your skin and your muscles and opened you up like a lover. Amaya sighed a...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Author's note: This is a variation of No Talking I posted elsewhere. A reader asked I also post it here. The only real difference is the main character is a virgin. Everyone is at least 18. Constructive criticism welcome. ~~~~ Another uncomfortable college party. Camilla...
This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments...
Note: Make sure you are at least 18 years old and enjoy. Remember: Love means nothing to a tennis player. Sorry about that. Slickman Steve read the notice on the College Bulletin Board: "GIRLS TENNIS COACH WANTED. MUST HAVE COLLEGE TENNIS EXPERIENCE. CONTACT THE ATHLETIC OFFICE." Steve had just separated from his wife of two years Julie who had moved quic...
I was a little uneasy as I approached the front door of the French residence. I reached to push the doorbell, but before I could push it the door opened and there stood Mrs. Mrs. Frence naked except for high heels. "Surprised?" she asked. "You won't believe how much." "Well come on in and let's get to it." I was wrung dry when she finally turned me loose...
This story is fiction. This is the first of several parts. The people, places and organizations described in the story do not exist. If you are not a fan of female supremacy you probably will not like this story. Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome. ***** Chapter 1: Introduction Have you ever been obligated to do something even though y...
Sometimes you're just hungry late at night. Fortunately, there was a truck stop not far from our campus where you could get a bite in the middle of the night. My roommate John and I piled into his car and headed out to grab some food. It was Friday turning into Saturday, so there would be no classes to attend in the morning. We found our way to a little p...
You are roused from your tangled blankets at the crack of noon by the loud bang of your mother finally slamming your bedroom door open. You mutter something about five more minutes and she roughly yanks off your blanket. The cold rush of the air-conditioned air over your naked body reminds you that you are not wearing any pajamas. “Jake!” Your mother snaps,...
There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 21. * No excuses and with her actions and inappropriate, sexual behavior already justified, what's good enough for older men to do with younger women is good enough for Susan to do with younger men. Paid to listen to the personal problems of mentally a...
The Coaches: Part One Hakim hadn’t seen the man in years. They had went to college, chased women, and won two conference basketball championships together. They had entered the NBA draft in the same year: along with two of their other teammates. Playing for different teams had put some distance between them and they eventually lost touch. Hakim was shocked...