I didn’t have a lot of close friends in high school. I was 18, a senior, and I spent a lot of time with my cousins, and the older men that I dated. I fooled around with some high school guys, but only when I just needed a hard cock. One weekend, I went to a football game with some girls I was friendly with from school. The girls found out about a party that...
This is my third installment on my first submission. I hope you enjoy. ********** Eddy, the owner of the glass supply store, was beaming as I handed over my credit card. In all, I felt pretty good about dropping only six grand to get me started. I had two weeks before I was going to take off for two week long classes in the upper northwest. I figured that...
As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccsm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to th...
*I want to try something I haven't before. I want to try to interact with comments. At certain parts of the story I plan to have the main character doing something like online chats or something of that nature. She would interact with the comments you say as if you were talking to her. Some of the things you say could influence certain changes to the main ch...
Have you ever been scammed? Taken advantage of? Been hoodwinked, grifted, had someone pull a fast one on you? What did you lose? Was it money? Usually people are taken for money. Who ran the scam on you, a stranger, a relative, someone you sort of knew? Or, was it a friend, someone you trusted? Sometimes, people we know well are capable of scamming us, and s...
THE PROPER RULES FOR STRIP POKER: THE EPILOGUE (CONTINUED Author's Note: For new readers, this story is a continuation of my "Proper Rules" series; and in particular the last installment, which was very long, but nevertheless left some important loose ends. So I have continued the adventures of our intrepid strip poker players, and moved the story along in...
Sensitivity Training can mean a lot: Part 7 Meanwhile back home. While this can be a stand-alone story, still it is a chapter in the larger story. It takes place back home while Beercan (AKA Jason) is spending his first two weeks at the Institute. Beercan was sent Sensitivity Institute of America because he had sexually harassed one of his employees. His b...
All characters in this story are of age of consent. This story is truly fictional and contains material that may not be appropriate for all audiences. ------------------------------------- It is my senior year in high school. They say that it is supposed to be the best year of your life, but it didn't feel much different than any other boring high school y...
So twice a week the boys who were to play the Red Indians in Miss Cuff's school drama had to drag themselves down the echoing corridors of Grover Cleveland High and report to Miss Assam, the principal's secretary. They stood in front of her beetroot red and shuffling. She would mark their names, flash them a grim smile and send them to the second door on the...
Chapter 1: Dream Girl I was your ordinary High School student. I had friends, and I believed that I was fairly popular. I didn't know just how popular I was until that fateful night in mid-october. We were all sitting there in the stands at the football game, myself and a few other friends of mine. Our team was on top of our rivals, so we were all in a ple...