(Dedicated to my old gang from Mar-lin-do Lanes) A true story of Gutter-lust Introduction I was a 19 yr. Old kid in college living in an upscale area of the San Fernando Valley. It was a 'Cottage Community' near Hollywood in the late fifties and I was commuting to the local Glendale College Campus while living at home so as to save money. My folks had mone...
Notes: All characters are over the age of 18. There is no sex in this chapter (sorry.) I hope you'll enjoy it for what it is. Rest assured, Mark and Jenni haven't cooled off! This is written with a dark humor, but I do love these characters, so it's not my intention to mock them or any real person with mental challenges in any way. As always, thanks fo...
I couldn't sleep. I could hear him scratching and panting, and moaning for me. I pushed my dresser against my door and lay quietly, hoping he'd stop. Heavy steps paced the hall outside my door, nails raked against it, and he moaned my name in an incredibly seductive tone. Had I been face to face with him, I probably would've given in. It sounded like he was...
She lies over his lap, feeling his fingers in the waistband of her panties. All too aware that, once he has pulled them down, she is going to receive the first enema of her life. She knows she presents a tantalizing view, her crack visible to him through the transparent seat of her underpants, her behind framed by her raised skirt above, the garter straps t...
"There my life goes just twirling down the drain.." he thinks solemnly wondering why he never can come out on top. He teeters on the edge of the porch trying to justify his thoughts for all the screwed up decisions in his life. "It is not worth this pain going daily with rejection around every corner.." he says to himself. His decision made he goes to the s...
Magda Peter was nervous and embarrassed. Nervous about showing me his house, embarrassed about not paying for the taxi which had just thrown us up right next to three certain mailboxes of internet fame. He hadn´t even thought about money, that the taxi had to be paid and that he had no money with him, until now. I liked it so much I was worried. What if I l...
Jealousy poked a tiny dagger into Sal's heart, every time he saw Joe and his new girlfriend Tammy mugging it up before his shift. Sal knew it was wrong to feel that way; to be disgusted with the idea that such a pretty girl would rather be with Joe the blind guy, than with a completely able bodied man, such as himself. Yet, that was indeed how Salvatore felt...
"Ever wondered who you were before?" "Were before?" Claire was puzzled. She looked up at her friend, Louise, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. "Your past lives," Louise explained. "Caroline Rattenbury is offering a past life regression workshop in Netherbury Farm buildings next Tuesday night. Do you want to go?" "Are you going?" "I'd like t...
Hi Everyone! My name is Teri, and I used to run around quite a bit and play, and I would keep a record of everything in my journals. I started to publish my journal entries a few years ago and met with great success. So many of you wrote to tell me how much you appreciated my journal entries, and I made the acquaintance of many fine boys and girls (and some...
(This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental.) ***** A hectic schedule and pangs of remorse allowed the Lady to re-establish a modicum of decency to Gwen's life the week following her adventure. Clothes stayed on and toys remained in the closet as T...