"It's kind of early to be out riding a bike, isn't it?" he said pulling up next to her. "I could say the same for you," she said. "Yeah, but I don't have a flat tire and we're quite a ways from town." "I guess I never really thought about that." "Well, lucky for you, I have a patching kit and a pump. Would you like some help?" "That would be nice. Thank...
Author's Note: This is a continuation to my story entitled "Complete Surrender = Complete Bliss." While this story can stand on its own merits, I believe your enjoyment of it will benefit from the context of the original. ***** Thank god it had been a busy summer or Liam would likely have thought of nothing else but the upcoming weekend. Early on in Ju...
Hector sat across the desk, looking morose and unhappy. His jeans and jean jacket were streaked with dirt. His shoulder length black hair was tangled, with fragments of leaves in it. The principal said, "You really did it today. They say you started the fight." "He started it, the tall white kid. Called me a dago. I decked him." His dark eyes stared at Ral...
**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: I never really intended any of the sketches to turn into a series... but here we are. Something about the characters is too much fun to let go. Like the last "Beads & Pearls" installment, this episode follows the same couple getting down during Mardi Gras. It's not necessary to read the others first, but it helps...
"Girls at a Bar," part 3 of the "It was supposed to be about incest" arc. Copyright CopperSkink (or Copper's Kink; whatever turns you on), January Four, Two Thousand Ten. All players eighteen and older (the high school starts kids at fourteen, though there are plenty who skip right to college, but we don't talk about them). Circa 2066 (subject to change d...
I guess I should probably start by pointing out that the following picks up a little over a year after the events of "A First Timer's Tale". If you didn't read it already, don't. No, seriously. Just don't. No reason to inflict that tale of some awkward as hell first time tail on yourself unless literary masochism is your kink. Just skip the next two paragrap...
Author's Note: This takes place in the same universe as Let He Who is Without Sin and The Lonely Autopilot. Just removed a few millennium. Also, just to be clear, everyone is eighteen. Enjoy! ***** "Mommmmmmmmmmm!" The tone of voice was older than the solar system and recognizable across most of the long, patchwork history of humanity. Prehistorical ne...
"Oh thank you," I said, slipping a twenty into the bellboy's hand. He smiled and nodded, leaving my single small bag next to the door. He noiselessly slipped out of the room and closed the door behind me. I scanned over my room. Just a basic hotel room with a king-sized bed and a large screen television. I'd thought that since my company was sending me to Ve...
Another great tape and another great yank of the crank. Yea, she-males were pretty hot, Tom thought as he hit the eject bottom on the tape deck, but where on earth would he really find one? He had little doubt that if he did find a place where they hung out that there would be more than a few with a serious case of ugly. The chances of finding one like the o...
My hunt for sightings for the private essences of females has been my addiction and with the advent of internet, discovering voyeur website and the scope of sex in all senses freely available, I learned more in techniques and equipment, moving on to a voyeurism addiction. I became a practising voyeur in the late 90s; meaning many times I would go out with h...