Word travels fast on the college scene. Me, and two of my three BFFs - Isabelle and Ellie, all are now starting our Freshman year at USA in Mobile. Our third BFF, Reagan, has gone the opposite direction and is at Florida State in Tallahassee. Sophie, my live-in slave-girl, is starting her Freshman year at Bishop State College in Mobile. Before she met me, he...
Upon seeing his truck, she rolled her eyes towards the sky in silent protest. Pulling her Jeep next to his vehicle, she was greeted by a friendly smile. Melina put her hand up to the window. A lame gesture portrayed as a greeting. She looked down at her cell phone and her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the window. He didn't waste any time. Rolli...
When I was at college, we had a magazine that was supposed to be "edgy" and dealt with lots of stuff about sex. That usually meant a couple of seniors writing sex advice columns and whatever, but sometimes they would also include pictures of sexy stuff, usually of models posing artistically and things like that. Of course, our college wasn't going to allow n...
Chapter 5: Selections - Aug 23 8:30 P.M to 11 P.M. Well it's actually just a story of boy meets girl – who then meets another boy. Jeff did want to divorce her. But in the end he does not. The why is intended to be the obvious one: he loves her deeply and believes (correctly in the story) that she loves him deeply as well. Do I find any of this plausible?...
This is a romantic crime thriller which contains some romantic sex, some non consensual sex, some male on male violence, and a lot of very interesting and interacting characters, with some twists and turns in the story. As with all my stories there is not always a nice tidy happy ending for everyone – life is just not like that. * Jerry picked up the rin...
Chapter 2. Amelia Jane in the Pens Eventually the dreaming ended. I began to awaken slowly. I seemed in a state of semi-paralysis, but my senses, at least, seemed to be working. I smelt mustiness, and dampness, and an unpleasant earthy odour. My limbs felt cold. I could feel something cool and damp against my fingertips and body. I tried to recollect e...
"Of course, I could always just spank your butt," I say, playfully. She looks at me, mingled surprise and shocked delight on her face. "You wish, mister," she says forcefully, poking her fingers into my breastbone. I smile, lazily, at her, looking down at the fingers, then sliding my gaze insolently up to meet her eyes, and seeing her jerk her fingers ba...
I'm German and English is only a second language - so there might be some mistakes. If anyone would like to spell check it I would really appreciate it. Prologue A setting sun was already inking the cosy scenery of a rural, peaceful street with well cared of front gardens in a dark orange when George Anderson finally had reached his home too exhausted and...
When I was younger I was very modest, and quite self-conscious about my body. I hated it when there were situations during school where I was forced to be naked in front of others, when I had to shower with another boy, for example. I even disliked going into changing rooms at public baths. But over the years my feelings about this began to change. I started...
Reading Part 1 will help explain some instances in Part 2 but it's not necessary. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. * I caught my breath after my wonderful experience, as we were all around the table now commenting on my orgasm. I sipped my drink and exclaimed that was the best orgasm I've ever had. It was getting late now and I had...