AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fictional, sexual fantasy story, no conclusions about the real world should be drawn. This also contains some bisexual male content, so if you find that kind of thing absolutely unbearable, do not read. All characters are 18 years of age or older. ----- We'd only lived in the neighbourhood a few weeks, so when I first saw him mowi...
Ashlee was sitting on her bed, in despair. Her boyfriend of 2 years, Blake had dumped her out of the blue. To make matters worse, he chose to do it with a text message. Ashlee begged and pleaded with him, asking him why? "It's just not gonna work anymore." Blake told her. Ashlee had her suspicions as to why he dumped her. It was spring break and the frat...
Chapter Thirty-Five: We're having a picnic... Once finished with my personal morning details, I returned to the campfire. Alistair was about to stand up, no doubt to offer me his seat, but I shook my head, pushing down on his shoulder, and then just parked myself in his lap. I'd never have been brave enough to do that before, but I'd never been so utterly c...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, comic books, franchises, places etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
Things went along normally for Melanie and me over the next week. Classes were going to start today and Melanie told me she had something for me to do, which made me a little apprehensive. We had done our normal things and each time we had gone out together, of course I had to strip on the landing on our floor and count to fifty before I could go to our roo...
Chapter 28 Cat's Cradle Although it was only forty miles as the crow flies, it took Shane more than an hour and a half to drive out Los Feliz Boulevard south of Griffith Park to Glendale to pick up the 5 to get to the 134 and then east all the way out to San Dimas on the 210, also known as the Foothill Freeway, nestled at the base of Glendora Mountain. It m...
"Give it up Monica," Carla complained! "He's practicing his bah humbug routine early...no way is he going to tell us what he wants to be for Halloween!" True; but then, that sure didn't excuse her dragging Monica off my lap. And she did it just as Monica started to whisper something in my ear too. That wasn't the worst of it either; oh no, the darling flirt...
I'd been slumming for a few weeks after getting bailed out of jail by Claudia's dad. He was some high priced lawyer and she'd practically begged him to help me but at the cost of my pride and self-respect after being caught with a prostitute. After grilling me on whether or not I was in a relationship with his daughter, Maury gave me a verbal dress down. He'...
Yolanda McCarter followed her colleague, Lauren Matthews, to the registration booth to get their credentials and packet. You know, the standard packet distributed at every convention that lists the agenda and itinerary of the events and meetings for the next few days. At each convention, there are more needless breaks scheduled than during the Super Bowl, st...
I started writing this the night after a hurricane came through my area, isolating the small town where I live by flooding all the access roads. Learning over the next several days about the loss of life in this town alone and the personal and business financial hardships the flooding caused made me take a long break. It's not a tasteless pun when I say the...