The way I felt, I didn't want anything to do with Mister Spandwick, with Alison, with any of it. I was done. Completely done. The knowledge that Alison was dating my high school bully, Brad Coulson, was severely fucking with me, bringing to the fore all sorts of memories that I'd thought long-since buried. But the tears staining my eyes let me know they were...
Better Than Disney Land Pt. 3 From my memoirs The Summer of 1986 Part III of IV as our adventure into partner swapping moves forward. My girlfriend Maggi and I met up with Kat and Matt on Mission Beach and the sexual exploration continues as we end up pushing the boundaries of our relationships. Only nineteen years old my girlfriend Maggi desires intercour...
Alicia struggled through the day. Jon had asked to pick Hope up from school today. Combined with coming home to find him asleep on her couch, and waking up to him, it was just too close to those could-bes that she had imagined since she looked into his eyes that first day. There was no doubt left in her mind - she loved him. The question was - how could sh...
This is a story consisting of primal Alpha and Omega sexual situations, including cheating, Mpreg, and random aggressive gay sex. The characters in this story are driven to succumb to their sexual need to procreate at almost any cost or at least get their rocks off. There will be 'NO' forced sex in this story. But the sex will be very descriptive and aggress...
I was in Boston on business. It was me, Dutch from Sales, and Amanda, a girl from accounting. We'd been out there for two days and everything had gone well. Dutch had an earlier flight and Amanda and I were all set to fly home Friday...that is until the mother of all snowstorms hit the New England area. The worst part? The hotel waitstaff couldn't make it i...
**This is an older story that was rediscovered while searching through old back up disks. Leave some feedback and I'll continue it!** It was the third week of school and the adjustment period to college life from home life was in full swing. Most of the girls at Edmond Junior College were excited and sad to leave their parents, feeling that they had their f...
Cheryl slammed on the brakes when she looked up from her phone and saw the taillights looming ahead. Too late. Shit. Shit. Shit, she thought as she heard the sound of plastic shattering. A previous fender bender had jacked up her insurance rates to a point where it was a struggle to keep up. Another would leave her in dire straits. There was just enough l...
It was a Saturday afternoon, the high tide of buying and selling at the Nimitz Road Flea Market. I walked straight through the entire lot towards stall 137, where Sheila kept her shop. When I got there, the door was pulled down tight, and I could hear strange noises coming from inside. In two seconds I knew what the sounds were, even though I had never heard...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Annie, did you know Bill Jackson in school?" Chrissie asked her sister the next day. "Billy?" she said. "Sure, I knew Billy. He was a very sweet guy." "You mean - he was gay?" "Oh, no," Annie said. "He wasn't gay. I didn't mean that kind of sweet. Just really nice. Quiet. Shy....
It was a hot as hell summer day and I was at the Nimitz Road Flea market, just walking up and down the long section of open tables. There weren't even any stalls here, just a long metal roof that that covered about 47 dealers. There were the standard socks, cheap shirts and jeans, sun glasses and knock off purses sold by the Thai and Vietnamese families. A f...