This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch4, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imaginings. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or abstract entity) is no more than a...
You walk into the hotel lobby, sunglasses in place, a scarf doing its best to hide your true identity from anyone who may happen to see you. On the outside, you are just another semi-professional woman, confident and in control. Inside, your emotions are running wild - you can't believe you are really doing this - here, now, with someone who you don't even k...
Lionel and Veronica had been dating for almost four months and he was starting to think that maybe she was the one. He had liked many girls in his twenty-three years, loved a few, but never like this. Veronica was perfect. Oh, sure, he could have found a thinner girl, or a prettier one, or one with bigger tits, but they would not have begun to compare to Ver...
Kimberly is absolutely gorgeous, but it's her personality that's I find most attractive about her. The way she's swaying her hips in her short, black leather skirt reflects a level of confidence that makes my heart feel like it's going to skip a beat. I admire her - but I also want to be her. Anyway, none of that's relevant at the moment. What concerns me...
Note from the author: The following is a true story. For a long time now, I’ve wanted to write about my ex-girlfriend Melinda. Someday, I will write the complete chronicles of her sexual exploits during our time together (for to do her entire life’s escapades would take far too much space and time and would require extensive research and documentation). As f...
"Seriously, Imogen, it's like I am on fire! My nipples are hard, I'm walking around with a risk of chafing at how wet I am, and all I can think of is how much I need sex! I burst out laughing in Italian for goodness sakes!" I whined on our walk to the bus. "You disrupting our Italian class laughing, what else is new?" She laughed at me, brushing her curly h...
Fun levels were dangerously low. I manage to convince my dad to watch my son for the night. I run home and get ready for a helluva night. Loaded up on painkillers and whatnot to make the next few hours feel more human than wretched, I gotta be careful to drink only juices! I go to a place known to have more Caucasian men… what I am seeking tonight is not fo...
To say that Annette Marie Perette and I had drifted apart is an easy way to say neither of us was to blame for the separation that had formed between us. A wall of spite, anger, resentment and loneliness and begun to form in our first year of marriage and despite a week or two here and there where we managed to bond around some sort of common ground we had l...
Jack gunned the car motor and swung into the parking space, beating a well-dressed older woman driving a Volvo. She gave him the finger as she drove on searching for another space. He turned off the motor and slipped the keys into his pocket. Lacey, sitting next to Jack, put her hand on his wrist. Turning toward her he could see the radiant smile of anticip...
I waited for the other students to file out of the class for lunch period until I approached Professor Witbeck with my request to make-up a missed exam. He had been expecting such a request due to the fact that I had been absent the day before; seeing as how he is my history professor, the exam shouldn't be too difficult. "Professor Witbeck?" I spoke as I...