(This will not make any sense unless you've read part 1....) Part two ****** On the drive over I am getting ready for disappointment. Arthur acts totally goofy, like a little kid going to see a stupid movie with his stupid friends. Not Dom at all, like he was last night. He wouldn’t let me dress up or anything – I am just wearing a denim skirt and pink si...
My best friend Trevor and I are close. We both live in the same state but miles apart from each other. We're both single and too weird for the dating world. We play games online together and talk about comics and our favor fanfiction stories. One day I was reading a really pervy fanfiction about one of our favorite animes. Where this and girl and guy are b...
The school I went to was a catholic girl's school. Don't navigate away; this isn't one of those 'convent girl gone bad' stories. This the true story of my first orgasm. I was 18 years old, and hopelessly innocent. Of course, I thought I was street wise. I was one of those that gives it all the gob, tales of all the boys I'd kissed, flirting shamelessly wit...
1) Becky – September 11th 2001 It had been my 25th birthday at the weekend, and after a heavy weekend of partying I was really looking forward to going to Rome with Becky for a five day break. We flew out on Monday 10th September, around lunchtime, and got to the apartment we'd rented in late afternoon. The apartment was pretty dingy, in the middle of a blo...
It was Susie's turn to host the Friday night dinner club for her friends. She spent all week preparing. On Monday, after brainstorming about the menu, Susie put down the kitchen pad and paper and ordered her husband David to strip naked. She scooped his clothes off the floor, threw them in the bedroom closet, and locked it shut. Susie made her way back to...
"Hi, Mr. Paris, what are you going to do for Thanksgiving?" The question came from Mae, his newly hired, twenty-three-year-old, part-time, paralegal. "The same as last year, I guess, a Swanson's turkey pot pie and a football game." Everybody in the office knew that he had been divorced for over three years and had turned into a workaholic, dividing his time...
It was an amazing Christmas vacation this past year, thanks to Aunt Carla. She's my not really my aunt, but my mother's best friend. I've called her that since I was a kid. Carla is a literary agent who often visits New York, to see publishers there. I drove to my hometown of Boston, from New York. It had been a grueling semester at NYU. On top of that, I...
It all started out innocent enough, here I was at 51, and helping a friend who hit some hard times I had my share and was back on my feet. My friends helped when I needed, and I thought I would return the favor. Josie had lost her job and was struggling. Her and her 20 yr old daughter wanted me to move in and help them out with bills and such. So, after figu...
It had been several weeks since my first encounter with Cheryl and she gave no indication she wanted to get together again. She was the same at the office, friendly and spoke to me, but nothing beyond that. Our final day of working together came and we had a huge party in our department with a lot of laughs and a lot of tears. There were twenty of us going o...
I'm writing this story on the advice of my therapist. It's deeply embarrassing and very difficult to admit to all of the messed-up things I've done in the last few years. Humiliating, self-destructive things. I pretty much ruined my life, in fact. My doctor said putting it all down in writing would be a first step towards dealing with it. I'm not so sure. I'...