Slinging my heavy duffel bag onto my shoulder, I followed the group of people in front of me down the carpeted tunnel and onto the waiting airplane. I was suddenly happy that I hadn't gone to sleep yet because I absolutely hate flying and taking a nap would not only keep me from being afraid during the trip but would also assure that I wouldn't be travel-tir...
Worst. Hookup. Ever. Disclaimer: 1. This story is completely true. Nothing about this story is fiction in any way, shape or form. 2. I hate chocolate. Trust me, this is pertinent for this story. 3. This is my first story on here, so constructive feedback is always welcomed. Just recently I met up with a friend of mine, "Coco" for lack of a better nicknam...
Emma was home early, but in something of a rush. Today, her Master was coming round to her flat for the afternoon. This was the first time they were to have some private time together, and she was anxious, excited, nervous and very, very wet. They had been together once before, in London. In those few hours, despite all the people around, Emma had felt the...
I am playing poker with some male friends and there are six of us at the table, playing cards. A bottle of Jack Daniels is on the table. You are in the kitchen, dressed in a short skirt and thong, a tight bustier top, high heels and hold ups and, around your neck, a leather collar with a metal link at the front. Every now and then you come into the room to s...
Carnies got a word for a crooked game operator like me. They call me "flattie" cuz I'll flat-out rob you and make you like it. My name's Randy Everhard and I've got a million ways to take your money. One of my personal favorites is the "hopper shot." It's tossing softballs into toilet seats, which you've seen on every midway in your life. I could gaff the...
Dear Glutton for Punishment, I have just staggered into the door from my second date with what’s-his-name, and had the uncontrollable urge to sit right down and write MYSELF a letter – {I know I’ve heard that before… maybe a song?} So here I am – pen in hand, bottle of cyanide in the other, awaiting the after-shock to slam dunk me into what I hope will be a...
Sunday Morning. I woke to strange noises. Raised voices, indistinct, mixed with the noise of out-board engines and then a louder throb of a ferry. I was in his bed in another house, the big house by the water. His right arm was across my body I found the hand and pulled it to my breast. I drifted a little, comfortable and warm. His body fitted mine in a lov...
~It has taken a while to get back to the hotel story but I managed to put a little time into it. I want to edit the first part of this story, the intro, I see few typos and also to make it chapter 1. I'll try and get that done soon. Hope you enjoy. EM * The guys headed down the stairs behind Cathy who was storming away several flights below. Still chuckli...
The music was blasting from the old stereo they had set up on the back porch of the tiny cottage. It had been several years since they had all been together, celebrating like this. When they had been in high school, these Friday night parties had been a given. Everyone knew that Brittany's father left the house at promptly 6:30p.m on Friday's to make his shi...
Christine's Stories Too Drunk Drunk and Consequences I woke feeling pretty bad. My mouth was dry and tasted awful. I was still in my clothes, covered by a sheet and blanket. I had a wet cloth on the back of my neck. I staggered to the bathroom, peed, washed my face and drank a glass of water. I was about to sit on the bed when I noticed someone lying on i...