We'd arrived on this wonderful, beautiful, fantasy island at night, unfortunately. The feeling when that wave of heat struck you was wonderful- you knew you had truly arrived, that you had certainly left cold rainy England far far behind. So the first impressions were it was hot- so hot, and noisy! The insects were playing their strings, it seemed, as if th...
This is a tale of some castaways. This is the real story, not the fake one you saw on television. Some of the cast look a bit different. Some look pretty much the same, at least at the start. I do not stick with the story and made up quite a bit. But it is still mostly our childhood castaways that are here for a long, long time. Eventually. This is a story...
I found several stories in a dusty old file in my old, seldom used, lap top, I thought I would submit them. GE 286. My name is Terry S. Mc Murtry. I am six feet two inches tall and weigh 230 pounds and don't have much fat on my body. I stay in good shape because my wife, Marianne, insists on it. I run 2 miles at least 5 times a week. Marianne runs with me...
The afternoon started innocently enough. It just didn't end that way, although it was not entirely my fault. This would end up being one of those events that hindsight would have completely prevented, and in many ways I wish it had. But I cannot go back and change it. It was my first year at the University of Vermont, or UV as we called it. Burlington up...
This is a new story, and a new process for me. A new online friend and Lit member, daylilygardener, suggested this storyline, and it intrigued me...so here it is. I hope you enjoy it, and send me some feedback when you're done, along with your votes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Plainfield was a typical small, rural town, out in the middle...
The story is essentially true. The author welcomes comments. You might say I went straight from high school to a gay nightclub. The key word there is "straight." At least that's what I thought. When I was in high school in South Carolina, I played the guitar in what you would probably call a boy band. It was a bunch of us from school -- all reed-thin...
Author's note: I know, I know - it doesn't seem much like a 'Part Two'. It will in the end, and all of these "One Night..." stories should work just as well on their own as they do in the series. Thanks for reading. - - - "There sure are a lot of people out tonight considering it's balls-ass cold." "Balls-ass cold. That's a lovely turn of phrase. Who fuck...
June 1991 Two days later Marcus came back to her house. First, they wound up in the kitchen. He stood in the middle of the room, facing the windows. Gail hung onto his neck, her feet off the ground, her muscular legs straddled tightly around him. He supported her by holding her booty. After guiding his long manhood into her pussy he started pumping fast,...
Chapter 2: The Met I awoke about 10 o'clock to the smell of bacon and eggs and went into the kitchen to find her busy cooking breakfast in her robe. We were both starved and wolfed down the food and were having a third cup of coffee when she asked what plans I had for them today, if any. I told her that I hadn't really thought about it yet and asked if she...
- Thursday — "Excuse me, may I have this table?" Emi looked up from her laptop and saw a young teen girl. She had a Nintendo Switch in one hand and a frappuccino in the other. The girl stared at Emi expectantly. They were the only two customers in the place but the girl apparently wanted her table. It was a little bizarre, but maybe she had a good reason,...