This is a true story from my wild youth. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy sharing it with you all. I was always a somewhat troublesome student in high school. I started out being a good boy, a good student, first string linebacker, somewhat of a star around school. I am not exactly sure how the transformation happened, but girls, fun and drugs...
Jack and Jill grow and make it out like minks. In the Wheatfield’s house in suburban San Francisco, USA, year 1967, there lived a Swedish exchange student named Jill Olson. She’s 19, extremely beautiful that back in her country someone said that her natural beauty could make a blind man see again. But though most of the teenagers at that time were gravitat...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Raj, Howard, Leonard, Stuart, and Sheldon were all on the landing outside of Leonard and Sheldon's apartment commiserating about how badly their paintball game had just gone when Penny appeared from the steps. "Oh, hey guys," Penny said upon seeing them. Leonard nodded. "Hello Penny." Raj, with the inability to speak to women, simply nodded and waved. Ho...
Author note- Don’t take this too seriously. I am not justifying banging underage kids. All the students are legal through the magic of chyoo. Just assumed they are senior or something. It is just a story folks. Debra Lafave was given the job as a principle at a high school her old buddies use to own. That buddy retired. The school fit right up her alley. All...
Rutherford Stonemiller looked at his hands. Callouses from his days in the warehouse were still there. He wore a 10 thousand dollar suit with an equally expensive watch and drove a car that cost as much as a three story home, but none of that mattered if a Japanese investor felt those damning, middle class hands. He'd spent a fortune on hand creams, but noth...
Inspired by a real encounter at the cash register of a convenience store in a college town in upstate New York back in the early 70's. I was a lonely student who had just broken up with the guy I thought was THE one, and Aaron was... I didn't know who he was. The story is absolutely true up to a certain point. ******* There were two registers at the Kwik...
[This was my entry in the 2018 Summer Lovin' contest. I lightly edited it in December.] Freedom of the Press When I was twenty-years old I decided to use a newspaper to improve my romantic life. To be more precise, I wanted to create a romantic life where none had existed before. I had gone to the City College of New York expecting to meet girls - or even...
"You're not my son anymore and I'm not your father anymore." Dad said bluntly through the last of his eggs and toast. "So what did I do this time?" I asked. "You've been a terrible influence on Jon. He keeps cutting class and going to the mall. And the music. Same crap that you listen to," Dad said. He scraped the yellow off his plate. "That's not my fau...
I told them that Las Vegas was where we should go to find the kind of woman we were looking for, but the captain overruled me and ordered us to Kansas instead. That's how he put it to the navigator -- "Kansas" -- like it was a set of coordinates or something, instead of a whole big-ass state. These Areoleans, they're always having trouble with details like t...