Eric sighed as he made his way through the convention center. He hated these trade shows. It was nothing but the same bunch of assholes year after year. No one was interested in buying their product; they just wanted money to promote it. This year surely wasn't going to be any different. It was going to be a long three days. Eric arrived at the booth locat...
It was a small town, cold and quiet. Hard by the Canadian border. The Atlantic yards away, and on most nights she could hear the surf from her parent's house. She grew up on Summer Street, but growing up there -- just the thought of summer was often an unbearable idea. In December, when the snow came fast, summer was a memory hard to find. Something to hold...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** Being a graduate student, teaching full time...
**This story has bi male and bi female swinging involved. If these kinds of things aren't for you then please don't read the story. This is based on a true story, but the names of everyone have been changed to protect the guilty. ***** Yes, I'm one of those guys that you read about all over the internet. I'm a near middle aged man who is married to a wife...
Finally We Realize That There Is No Path, No Way, No Solution; Because From The Beginning Our Nature Is The Path, Right Here And Right Now. Because There Is No Path Our Practice Is To Follow This No-Path Endlessly—And For No Reward. (Charlotte J. Beck) Monica Kaye was a beautiful woman. Six foot one with long, wavy, naturally blonde hair and skin the color...
Kimberleigh Leighton was a thirty-nine-year-old, single, never married, very attractive woman, who was still waiting to meet Mr. Right. Her love life in the past had been a horrible mess. She had gone through one man after the other, hoping for that elusive chemistry to flare up, but it never did. Since college she'd had twenty-four lovers, most of them she...
Oh God. What had I done! Ron and Darren just fucked me! I sobbed as I made my way back to the car, but I was in a kind of daze. It wasn't until the next day when the full realization of what had happened really hit me. I felt dirty, used. They had used me like a common whore. And I had let them do it. Even worse, if that could be possible, next week I would...
If you care to learn more about me as the writer of this or any of my true stories, you can try reading the "Background" portion of my first submission titled "My Neighbor Jessica." On this story, I will skip that portion, although I think it is important to know how my upbringing contributed to the personality, character and esteem of my adulthood. You migh...
I leapt and knelt onto the ledge of a ten story building, surveying the chaos below. Now where was-. 'Dusk?' Glancing shortly across, I saw Ravin and Charlotte kneeling next to each other on a slightly shorter building across from mine. Ravin was the curvy one, the one who invaded my thoughts. I knew they could see me nod my head once as I turned my attent...
NOTE: this story is FULLY fictional in EVERY way! If this was real life our protagonist would have left herself an emergency mechanism of escape. Please stay safe. *** Well I had finally gotten up the courage to do some self-bondage, but things didn't turn out the way I had planned! This is that story. We need a little extra bit of story before the story t...