The September 11th attacks took place early in my senior year in high school. I followed the events of the day probably a little more closely than the average high school kid. After reading stories of bravery and heroism displayed during and after the attacks by our first responders and servicemen, I decided I wanted to see the world and kill some bad people...
Arthur's note: I have purposely left off physical descriptions of the characters. I want you to take this story and make it your own fantasy, by imagining the person that you would want to see in these roles. * Whhhoooo...click, clack, click, clack. Venus pulled her coat tighter around her body, as she fought the whistling wind to keep the chill from her...
Peter watched as his mother closed her eyes slowly while tilting her head back just a little. His eyes wandered down to see her hips slowly move on his father's face. His erection stood out from his groin, slightly bouncing with each beat of his heart. He looked at the exposed pussy lips of Brianne and noticed that they were damp. Looking again at his parent...
Jase watched Nia's departure with a grin on his face. He watched her hips and that lovely ass sway and almost cried. Damn, how he hated to see her leave but how he loved to watch her go. Jase whistled as he thought of their date at 7pm. He was stoked, but they were definitely not going to Giorgio's. Hannah was always there on Fridays and to see she and her...
Please Note! This story might possibly be read as a standalone but it's infinitely more enjoyable if you go back and start with Chapter 1 * Jennifer kissed Charlie's lips. She realized that she hadn't the energy for much else at that point. She'd been having sex with him for close to forty-five minutes and it pleased her that Charlie was still going strong...
Okay, so I was really really stoned the other night. You know, not just that "I just smoked a bowl and everything's cool now" stoned, but that "holy shit, I am so happy! Where did the leprechaun come from??" stoned that you get after smoking some good, fresh Montreal weed. Great weed, that stuff just sticks to your fingers, got these nice little buds and the...
Mark woke up early that Saturday. He looked over at Faith's end of the bed and it was empty. It felt very strange not having his wife beside him. He'd hoped for a moment he was dreaming but remembered everything about the yacht they were staying on. Mark looked at the clock. It was eight and Faith said she'd be home around noon. He got up and made coffee an...
Readers, This is a completely fictional story told in the first person. Lots of firsts for the main characters. ***** Summer 1979. I'm ready to begin my sophomore year at the university here in Central California. I was a psychology major and I had navigated my way around my freshman year in a new city and my own small apartment just a few blocks away...
Ann and I first met in college. I was 19, she 18. I stopped by her dorm room to visit her roomie, and found her there alone. She was in a knee length robe with only a belt holding it closed. She was not expecting any visitors, and didn't really know me, but knew I was Gail's friend, so she invited me in. She was getting ready to hit the shower before heading...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * Ken and Roxanne have the second of three dates in one day. Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 03: As if she was expecting him to make his move to kiss her, she returned his smile with a sexy look. Catching each other's glance, as if this kiss was meant to be, in a magical moment, their lips touch...