The cool fog began it's decent into the California farm valley as the warm sun was setting behind the mountains. I was on my way over to Glenda's house to help her move a few pieces of furniture in an effort to redecorate her house. As I entered the driveway of the old farm house I noticed that Brenda, Glenda's roommate was still at home. I have known Glenda...
Our next door neighbors were having an "adults only" birthday party and invited us, our close neighbors, people from their church, and other friends to attend. For the first few hours of the party we were catching up with our neighbors that we barely saw all winter and met a few new people and overall it was turning out to be a really good time. We were hang...
I saw Mr. and Mrs. French stopped at the light where Southgate crosses Euclid Avenue and becomes Hill Street. Before they put up a stoplight, there was only a stop sign. Euclid Avenue was called Nicolas. Back then, Mr. French's old Plymouth, with its huge fins in the back, would have still attracted attention. I was probably the only one who noticed it today...
It had been so long ago I hesitated to make the call, but it was lonely in the Motel room and I decided I had nothing to lose. His name was Norm and had been a good friend in high school, but that was 20 years ago! Norm had married Sonja, the prettiest girl in school, right after they graduated. He had gone directly into his father's hardware business and...
A kid I used to be rivals with who we'll call M needed a date to the prom and he challenged me to a game of basketball. He stated that if I am to lose I would have to be his date and if I win he'll be mine I had laughed at M thinking it was just a joke and agreed o his conditions. When we got to the court M went crazy, I had never played in conditions this h...
My nigger Type-O put me straight. 'Gym up there, Millmount, you hear, they soccer moms, they want a bull, a thug, a hammer...Type of time a nigger be on with they cunts from they Heights...Fuckin bored, horny, studyin they punk-ass men...Shit, I got em on the go...Runnin me a fuckin game...' He ain't talkin no tale. Sponsor my ass too. Nigger ain't been th...
My wife Sherri and I were previously married to other people. I got divorced because I'm a narcissistic jerk. Sherri got divorced because her ex wanted to raise a family and she was infertile. Also, unbeknownst to her, Sherri wanted a narcissist like me! Sherri has always been HOT (I know, I've seen her younger pictures!) and very outgoing, but equally cons...
Wanda At The Beach told from the perspective of an audience member. I decided to write something for the fans of my exposure fetish fans so they don't abandon me while I write more relationship-driven stuff. When I heard about the event I thought it was too good to be true. I had always had kind of a crush on Wanda. She was pretty easy to crush on. She was...
George's room was clean, for a college football player. I didn't mind. All I cared about was how soft his blankets were, and they were both clean and as soft as my own. He had me out of my cheerleading skirt within a minute of closing his apartment bedroom door. I had my top off just as fast, and in moments we were naked. His thick erection impaled me on my...
This is a story about a woman scorned. A not so tall tale about revenge. This is the story involving a pretty girl, college, stereotypes, and sports... this is the revenge of Anna. ***** As Anna put on her lip gloss, red was the color of her choice. Red was also one of the school colors. She showed off her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the mirror. R...