"Good morning, madam! It's a nice day, isn't it? "Yes it is." "My I ask you a quick question?" "You're not a Jehovah's Witness, are you?" "No I'm not. "Then what's your question?" "Would you consider having my baby?" "What did you say?" "I said--" "I heard what you said. Are you crazy?" "Not that I know of." "You can take my word for it. You belo...
So here is my third story. This will be it for now, unless I decide on posting another one in two weeks. I'm not disappointed in the ratings so far. My first two posts aren't my best work. Some people like em, some don't. That's fine. I'm hoping this one breaks 4 stars. And guys, it takes less than a minute to leave an anonymous comment. I really want to kn...
Background Seven months had passed since that morning at the local pool with Dante. Sarah had been protected by Mel to maintain her anonymity and her self-respect. She worked her Saturday nights and Sunday mornings at parties and events in Dallas and Galveston. Working as duos and often as triples or more, dependent on the guest numbers and the facilities...
Confrontation My name is Susie O'Connell. At the time this story begins I was a freshman at the local community college. My English teacher and the school paper advisor, Ms. Richards, and the editor of the paper, Danielle White, had asked me to write the advice column for the paper. I agreed hoping that the experience would help me realize my desire to beco...
The reason this took so long is because I accidentally deleted the first draft and had to start over. Ugh. I waited so long, I forgot everything I wrote. Going back through the chapters, there are a host of continuity errors in names and dates. If you can forgive those, I hope you enjoyed the tale. ***** It was the day of our first swim meet, at home. Clea...
This story takes place in season 7 of the show Pretty Little Liars, when all the girls are around 23 years old. ***** Hanna Marin stretched lazily before opening her eyes. The sun was pouring through the curtains on a sunny Saturday morning in Rosewood and figured it was about 8am. She looked over at the body sleeping beside her and grinned. Emily Fields....
Two days later and I found myself alone with Tamara again. Or at least, alone in my room. My parents and Tamara's husband were downstairs. I'd been for a game of tennis and was aching all over. After my shower, I complained of soreness. Tamara's husband said that she should give me a massage. "She's pretty good at those," he suggested, with a grin. The blu...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of gay male sexual content. * Monday evening "Listen darling, most of the girls at work go clubbing on Friday nights, and they've been trying to get me to go with them. You don't mind do you darling? It's only one night each week." My young sexy wife told me a few weeks ago. I really didn't want her to go clu...
I don't know why, but whether I'm horny, satisfied, single, or seeing somebody, I've always found those short little ads in the "Casual Encounters" section on my local classified site fascinating. It seems like you can find anything there, people from all walks of life, with all sorts of different attitudes, and no end of different requests, needs, wants and...
This story is largely based upon my love for voyeurism and exhibitionism, and is predominately focused on my desire around masturbation experiences, specifically about women performing the act on men. By now you would know its my favorite subject. It was the end of my year 12 at high school. Like everyone I was on edge on how my exams will go. I have turned...