(True Story) M/F A few years ago I was on a second date with this beautiful Latina girl. She was in her early thirties, 130 pounds, long straight brown hair to the middle of her back, brown eyes, and had great feet. Her toes were perfectly tapered. This was our second date, and we were sitting in my truck after dinner in a public parking lot at about 10:0...
// I'd like to use the first chapter as an author's note. Feel free to skip ahead if you don't wanna read this, but I encourage you to at least take a look. First of all, I obviously don't own any of the pictures used, the girl in the cover of this story is @jennalynnmeowri and at the start of the story, all of the girls will be referred to as their Instagra...
Hello my name is Lorna Gibbons and I have spent the last five years in an orphanage when my parents were killed in an automobile accident, I never expected at 17 that someone would adopt me, but my newly acquired parents were very good people and explained to me that they knew that no one was going to adopt a 17 year old girl, so close to turning an adult, a...
I still remember very well the last words of my, unfortunately ex girlfriend last night, while she gave me yet another slap. She and I have not been together for over a year, since she dumped me because according to her, I was a coward. I didn't have the balls, she always said. But I still love her, and have since tried over and over to win her back. It alwa...
Emilia leaned on the railing surrounding the Ghost Machine, tucked away in one of her many rooms at the King estate, watching as her staff put the finishing touches on their restoration project. The machine was polished to a mirror finish, the brass and steel gears and cogs stretching upwards to affix to the high-vaulted ceiling. The dome occupied the center...
Inez braced herself for the onslaught of a hot platter of soft-scrambled eggs, bacon, home fries and toast as waitress Janine seemed to be perfecting her flying disc toss to an imaginary canine seated at the table. Blessed with quick reflexes, Inez unfolded her white napkin and used it to shield her face and prevent first-degree burns from the greasy strips...
(If you enjoy this story please consider leaving a comment saying what it was you liked, or would like to see more of. Feedback really encourages writers to add more threads!) You are Bob, a freelance journalist, scraping a living writing terrible pieces for the worst magazines, tabloids and websites. When you started out you had dreams to making your name b...
A man is walking peacefully through a forest. (or woman) (or an older teen (16, 17)) You are out in a strange, alien forest alone, and have only the shoes and clothes on your back to protect you from the wilderness. At this point, the climate didn't seem too hostile anyways... You aren't exactly sure why you were in the forest again, but you knew for certain...
I'm just a young average California girl who loves sex just like most girls, but when it came to fetishes, I never knew what they even were until a few years ago. Of course, I have things that get me hot and over the years, my boyfriends have loved doing them with me. Sex for me started in high school with my boyfriends when I found the time after cheerleadi...
Molly swung open the acrylic door to the nail salon. She brushed her black bangs to the side, overlooked the place. The walls were blindingly white. A row of stations—loveseats with buckets in front—were against the far wall. Two looked to be occupied out of the ten. The salon was quiet, smelled clean of polish. After giving the salon an once-over, Molly d...