This story was requested by a fan, and I'm more than happy to oblige. Let me know what you readers think, and maybe I'll write a sequel. Enjoy! ***** October 2nd, 6:04 p.m. This year was my high school's 100th anniversary homecoming, and everyone in our small community was ecstatic for the huge milestone. I certainly was, being a senior football cheerlead...
Doris and Lisa (Fall, 1955) Doris and Lisa decide to go to Homecoming at Western State, even though they don't have dates. They end up taking part in an 'experiment'. CHAPTER 3 Lisa's mouth fell open. "What do you mean we're going up to Western for Homecoming? You yourself said..." "I know what I said. Lisa, what you just did for me reminded me of what...
"Johanna, skip class with me, we'll go for a walk." I knew she'd blow me off, but I asked anyway. "I'm not gonna ditch math." It was only the second week of school. A little over two weeks since we made out at the Labor Day carnival and watched the fireworks together. "Have you ever ditched a class?" She closed her locker. "Yes, a bunch of times." I smile...
The Homecoming game and dance were on Friday and Saturday, so when Sunday came around I bet you think I was just glad to stay at home and rest up? Wrong! I wasn’t an old fart who needed rest. I was more than ready to keep the party going. But Eric said he couldn’t. He told me (I’m using my whiny tone here) that he needed to stay home and study all afternoo...
She got to the phone on the fourth ring, "Hello." "Hi sweetie." It was him. It had been so long that even the sound of his voice excited her. She stood there in her towel. She'd just got out of the shower when she heard the phone. "Where are you?" "I'm just getting on the highway, should be there in about an hour." "Okay, I'll see you in an hour, love y...
It was such an ordinary home in the suburbs right down to the white picket fence; it bordered on being a caricature of itself. Modest, yet tasteful, I noted as I parked between the grey Lexus and the white Camry. I was nervous, of course. I'd never done anything like this before. The technicolor brilliance of the southern sunset lent an aura of unreality to...
Chapter 8: ---reality--- I killed her best friend that probably makes me an asshole, but Jackson is a fucking serial killer not a pussy who'd just let someone ruin his relationship. "Fuck it, "I mutter clicking save on the document before closing it and getting up from the desk where my laptop is sitting. I walk passed the unfamiliar bed and walk towards t...
I am a 35 year-old mother of two teenage boys. I am 5’2” tall, with auburn hair, green eyes and I weigh 108 pounds. I am 34c with large areolas and large nipples. My husband is a computer network specialist who contracts with several large business technology companies and is away from home from time to time. We have an average sex life and I have had only t...
I struggled to find a start to my story without just blurting the fact out: I'm a man who is extremely well-endowed. My name is Nick, and I'm an athletic man with dark blond hair. I'm twenty-eight now, but my stories really start when I'd just turned eighteen. I will eagerly admit that I'm a confident man. Cocky? Sure. Why wouldn't I be, though? I'm handso...
The following afternoon after school was like a lot of my afternoons through the rest of our senior year: Mindy and I went straight to her parent's house where nobody was home and she'd suck my cock. For the rest of the year, even when she had boyfriends, I stuck it down her throat several times a week. We were still "just friends", but a new understanding...