I could still recall Sean as an innocent, cherubic-looking grade nine student four years earlier. He would have been about fifteen at the time and in my friend Gayle’s home room that year. Even then he had a lovely quality about him; he was a gentle little kid, but already good-looking in a very nascent, undeveloped sort of way. By the time he reached grade...
Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** The second that Chloe and June got through the door of Apartment 23 they were all over each other, as was the new norm between them. But it seemed especially true tonight, which wasn't all that surprising. Not because it was their f...
Dakota's brow furrowed deeper and deeper with every step. Questions submerged her mind in a sea of doubt and worry. When did she go into the bathroom? Why? She had used it less than an hour ago during class, and she certainly didn't feel any new sense of relief now. Rather, she felt almost cheated of something. Students passed her in the hallway, but they we...
This chapter was a long time coming and I apologize to anyone who might have been waiting for it. It is pretty good on its own but, if you can, read the past stories to get more background. It involves a cheating wife and polyamorous couples so if that's not your thing please pass it by. ***** Barb was reflecting as she drove to Carl's place. It was late...
"Liz," Bianca groaned into the phone after yet another beep, "It's been a week. Pick up already." She hung up and set her head on the table, breathing heavily while her hands gripped her shirt. Her knuckles were white, and her nails dug deep into her palm. It was the only way to stop herself from relieving the brutal ache between her thighs. A week without...
Edovan was sure he had died and gone to paradise. Not Sovngarde, that old school Nord concept of the afterlife for brave and valiant warriors, who feast forever in a giant mead hall with the heroes of olde. No, this was his own PERSONAL paradise, and he knew it was, because he was in Yagaritte's bed, and she was was with him. Well, more like wrapped around h...
Hi everyone. I have started to publish this story once before. I´m a beginner at this, and I found that the segments I published the story in then were too short. They felt chopped up, the rhythm wasn´t right. So now I´ll publish the story in three segments instead of fourteen. I hope you´ll like it. A lot of it is quite true, but certainly not everything....
Note: This is more of a literary exercise, however there is an erotic scene or two. Also to you who have not read D.H. Lawrence's "Lady Chatterley's Lover" do so, and not just for the "fuck scenes" dp * * * * * "Professor Donovan?" Constance called out to her English Literature professor as he turned into the hallway in front of her. The young tall dark be...
Prologue. To begin with, I should like to point out that the "Ang" in "Angela" is pronounced like the ang in angle, and not "Anj." She was of European origin and liked her name to be pronounced in the manner of her country. Angela was not her real name, but she still had problems getting people to pronounce her real one in the way she preferred. Angela tol...
Casandra was starting to feel a warm glow as she looked at the black man named Jules, that her and her husband Steve had been talking to for the last half hour. With them was some older white guy whose name she had already forgotten, as she intently watched Steve and Jules talking. It was not lost on her that all three of them had been plying her with drink...