Part Three The Revenge of Cody Thanks to HeyAll for the edit. Thomas Edward Scott, former Olympian, current head coach of the Ronald Reagan High School swim team (Reagan's Razors), knifed through the water with the ease of a shark. I still got it. His body parted the water as if it were air. Coach Scott took great pride in his body. A lot of it . . . too...
The Erotic Diary of Samuel Pepys: Chapter One The following are extracts from the hitherto secret erotic diaries of Samuel Pepys (1633-1703), made available here for the very first time. July 1669 1st. Took coach to my Lady W. in Bristol. Early morning and the streets clear of all but a few waifs and strays. My wife unaware of my departure, which pleased...
Just a few months into my new job at the university health care center, I realized that I had few friends and was basically living on the lake like a hermit. There were only a few part time nurses at the healthcare center and Nancy the flirting nipple popping administrator. I spent my after-work hours mostly working out in the university gym or hiking and ru...
The college bus meandered down the winding side streets, making its way at a patient pace down the road. Along the side of the bus was emblazoned in big letters, "Big U Football" with the college mascot printed on it, a Rooster with arms in boxing gloves raised and ready for fisticuffs. Another banner tagged on the side of the bus by the mascot were the word...
A fantasy fiction. ***** My name was Sam and I was a 18 year old pizza delivery driver. I just finished high school graduating early and started the summer working for Papa Pizzas. I had never really been a ladies man due to my non masculine body and long girl like hair. I was also really nervous to try to get with woman because I had a small penis. Becaus...
RACHAEL Chapter 13 The Coach Madam Silver was doing ok. The house looked great from the street, the paint and shutters were beautiful as was the porch and the lovely setting it provided people who liked to sit out and watch the traffic. The house was not fully back in business and there was no hostess in the front room or girls in the choosing room. Mada...
Yeah, I get this shit all the time, like, "You must be a guy" or "You must be a lesbian" so I posted this little thing, and if you've already seen it, sorry. The problem is that most of you guys haven't come across any Y2K girls yet. I'm Gen X.5, and wait 'til you see Gen XI. You think *I'm* badd? You ain't seen NOTHIN! I teach them skating, they are like el...
Author's Note: This is the conclusion to the story of Kylie, Shannon and Coach Fish. I have never written a fictional story before...haven't written anything longer than a letter since school. I don't really know if it reads very well - when I read other's stories I stand back in awe. If you liked it, or have any input, I'd be interested in your viewpoint....
Monday, July 3rd: Afternoon It was just after noon, and everyone was lounging around the pool. Laura and Wilson were engaged in shop talk, to the disgust of Adele, who insisted that Quentin share her chaise lounge, and her hand was under his skirt the minute he laid down. Evelyn was listening intently to Laura and Wilson, leaving Scott alone with his though...
1 The batter was encased in shadow as the sun settled just behind the trees beyond the outfield wall. I was still bathed in sunlight on the mound and knew I had the advantage, as the batter would be forced to pick up the ball late as it passed from light to dark before reaching the plate. The crowd seemed louder now, but they had been screaming the entire g...