To Readers: Feel free to add a chapter if you want, I don't really deny anything from being published. The more content there is means the more readers there are and ideas that can be formed into new story chapters or entire arcs. And if you ask me, the more Jamie gets fucked over and fucked in general, the better. So enjoy and thank you for reading, now bac...
Although the story you are about to read, sounds like a sailor's wet-dream, I swear is true, every word only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. In 1972, I was thirty, in the prime of my life, single and living in a beachfront penthouse in Venice, California, which I rented for $350 a month. I was dating a half a dozen women, who knew about...
“You good back there?” Julian asked, glancing back at Frank who sat in the backseat of his sedan, playing a game on his Nintendo Switch. “He’s fine, trust me.” Anthony assured him, leaning out the window to look back at the girls car behind them. Julian turned forward to focus on Connor’s car ahead of them. They were on their way down to Connor’s family’s be...
Back in college, I started going out with this girl named Julie. I'd met her in one of my English Lit classes and we got along really well. She was a slender girl with a bit of a hippie look. Long blonde hair. Cute like one of those fantasy paintings you see of fairies. Her tattoos, her casual attitude towards hygiene, and the fact that she smoked pot all ha...
There was still plenty of time for the weather to turn cold again, but for now, early spring, the day was wonderfully clement. A soft rain in the morning gave way to a kind of creamy egg sunshine and shirt-sleeve warmth. The sidewalks were busy. The guy found a curbside spot for his car on Alder and walked the two blocks to the girl's apartment. Her name wa...
I'm going to tell you a story about two friends. They spoke with passion, a longing even, but it was just flirtation. One day they happened to meet at a convention where he spoke and she yearned to learn. His speech was compelling, he made sure that his point was made and the world would change. He had a list of people fighting for his cause, she listened...
Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with--in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my...
Turneffe College - Chapter 03 - by Polly+Anna (2710 words) Beth, Cheryl and Howard (1/28/20) I checked my mail at lunch time, and there was a slip in my mailbox saying that I had a package behind the counter. Not wanting to drag it along to my afternoon class I came back later for it. As I suspected it contained a pair of Brazilian carburetors that had made...
So much of what happens in our early years determines the sexual beings we become later. A person could go a lot of different directions with that. But what's gnawing at me right now, wanting to get out, are some of my earliest experiences as a young man—or maybe, as a boy in man's clothing (or out of it), when I left home and was on my own for the first tim...
Brenda really wasn't happy. Here she was aimlessly wandering around West Hollywood on a wild weekend that had lasted two months. She was going to go back to her apartment in Long beach and get her head together. Many men and women couldn't help notice Brenda as she strolled along though. With her sexy spike heeled strut, with her incredible ass cheeks almos...