Could not wait for the day to end, finding things to do just to keep busy. Thinking of Sue all day long damn... I thought about her all night long. Going to run into town, shopping again I told my parents. Moving up the stairs wanting to shower, lathering my dick up... feeling it... getting hard... knowing the soon Sue will be fondling it. I have to stop...
No sooner had Tate wrestled his dick into his jeans and gotten his fly up, then the doorbell rang. Turning to take a fast look at Zoe, after dropping a reassuring kiss on her forehead, he ran his fingers through her tussled hair in an effort to try and tame it, and make it look less like she'd just been in bed having sex. Then noticing from the corner of h...
Everyone is different, when we lay to slumber we visualize different things, dreams, and nightmares. These force-filled images have the power to hinder or inspire the trek down life's path. But where do these sparks derive their seemingly infinite power, our imaginations do require energy. The power to choose, to be, to do, to create the traits that of which...
Feb 15, 2005 Two days later Essence and Christine were sitting in Denny's waiting for Justin to come. Her parents thought she would be going to Hershey Park, which was around three hours away, for a few days with her best friend, when in reality she and Justin were going. She still had two hours to wait until Justin would be there, so she and Christine wer...
I live for the moment when I hear the catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each caress, touch, or stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will say..., but not yet. Catherine Chapter 28 Catherine, You Asked About Sally "That first night at my sisters, Bob, where I asked you about Sally and how you...
The following story was inspired by a comment I saw on a music video. The story is set in the 1960s and I did my best to remain true to the slang and the technology of the time, even looked up the wages for the time, but I'm sure the history wonks may find an error here or there. That's okay, it's just a story. As always, constructive comments are welcome...
********** continued from Chapter 5 ********** Greg had barely finished his daily FaceTime chat with Allison when his cell rang. "Hey, Greg, it's Sarah." "Hi, Sarah, what's up?" "Well, I need you to dress up. You don't happen to have a tux, do you?" "Sorry. Not much need for a tux when I've been a lowly middle school teacher. I do have a nice black su...
I was sitting gleefully in my room, laying on my bed, slightly buzzed from the vodka I'd snuck into the house, listening to Tool's "Lateralus". For the moment, everything was perfect. For the moment... "Son, let's get moving!" my dad called. "We can't miss the plane, you know," my mother chimed in, her asinine voice ripping through my ears like nails, impa...
As Emily disembarked her train, she stood there looking around amazed at how her town had changed so much in the four years she had been away at Catholic school. Her parents had sent her away for fear of having her get pregnant or running around with the wrong crowd and getting mixed up with drugs or drinking. How naive they were Emily thought as she remembe...
Salutations, dear readers. My name is Salome Rosenthal and I got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant mother, Joanne Watson, and a Jewish father of English descent, Ephraim James Rosenthal. Being a biracial Jewish Canadian woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy. There's a lot of racism in the...