This story has been bumped to the front of the line in exchange for payment and is being posted with the permission of the requester. *** anonymous said: Can you write a story about a young girl on Spring Break in Aruba who has sex with a stranger on the beach? I'd like to see her be skeptical at first but he's a smooth talker and gets her to do it but may...
Howdy, folks. How are you doing? My name is Patrick John Hadelson. I am a six-foot-two, good-looking ( and I do say so) black man in his early twenties. I'm an Aquarius, and I am also a registered democrat. Oh, and I'm bisexual. Myra, my dear lady knows about it and she's cool, as long as I'm faithful to her. Which I am. She's the love of my life. I live in...
Earth Spectre Base, Canadian Rockies August 16, 2019 05:00 PDT (08:00 EDT) Rather than being awoken by the alarm, I was instead awoken by a combination of the alarm and a very loud, high-pitched barking, the latter of which was directed right into my left ear. I shot up off the bed which caused the alarm to shut off, with Vixa ceasing her barking shortly...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to "A Week On The Lake" and "Snowed In." A few of the characters in this story appear in the "Lucky Cable Guy" stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, "so if that doesn't seem like your particular brand of vodka, help you...
The rain was falling hard and I knew it was going to be a slow day. Only five in the morning, I was already awake. This was normal for me as the director of development for a large home construction business. But when it rained like it was today, I didn't rush to get to the construction site. Instead I rolled over and wrapped my arm around my still sleeping...
Late Friday evening, Dan, my husband of a little over ten years, returned home from his local lodge meeting. Dan said, "all of the strippers but one, had cancelled", for the upcoming Monday evening stag party, and if they couldn't find at least one more girl, they would have to cancel their yearly stag night. That would be a bummer, I know how much they al...
Megan Richards was in the middle of a dream... at least she thought it was a dream. She was soaring through clouds like a bird; only she couldn't feel the wind nor see the ground... nothing but clouds and blue, blue sky. Then a haunting guitar melody that she vaguely recognized began to play and she saw scenes from her life being reflected in the clouds. And...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. ABOUT THE REVISED CHAPTER The original text for this story was written in the form of handwritten journal style entries started over fifteen years ago. I would often go back and revise chapters after a few days...
My thanks to Nancy. She is a fan of my works and emailed asking if I would write a story based on her fantasies. I agreed and she supplied me with some factual information (physical attributes, etc.) and this is the resulting story. So from that perspective only, this is not really a work of fiction. She has asked for a sequel, so look for it down the road....
"Mr. Anderson, can you please tell the rest of the class which battle Napoleon met his end at during the 19th century?" Wyatt Anderson snapped to full attention at the sound of his name called. All thirty or so classmates had their eyes glued to him for amusement. The only one not so amused was montone Mr. Howard, their military history professor. He also h...