***Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 years or older*** ***Writers Note...
(MF, gang) Just before she left her apartment for her afternoon shift at the Cheesecake Factory, three days after Christmas, Penny received a cryptic text message from her boyfriend Leonard: "please take a change of old clothes, and I will pick you up at the restaurant after your shift ; ) ." She had no idea what he had in mind, but knew there was not anoth...
So there I was, once again sitting at home on a Friday night! I was convinced I must be the only high school senior without anything to do tonight. And just to top it all off... its Halloween! The biggest party and socializing night of the year. I am such a loser. I have no girlfriend... no social life for that matter, and the one thing I really love to do I...
I'm surfing the net one day and see this lawnmower tractor in the freebies. I don't need another piece of junk in the garage and there's still snow on the ground but then the next thing I know I'm over at the guys house and loading up this antiquated lawn tractor, it's all in pieces and the guy tells me it needs a magneto but he doesn't want to mess with it....
It would come as no surprise to anyone who knew me once upon I time, that I am a slut... Probably a whore, although I suppose whores take money, I always gave it away for free, which maybe makes me more of one because I don't charge? But I digress, I am not here to debate the merits of whether I am one or the other (or both!). But I changed. I grew up, got...
The woman next door was a doctoral candidate at the university I'd graduated from two years earlier. One of my windows showed the courtyard of the apartment complex, and I'd see her sometimes, leaving in the morning or returning in the late afternoon. I didn't know her much, enough to chat a little if we passed in the courtyard. She was Ann, plain and pretty...
I knocked lightly on the door, she didn't know what to expect. The last time I was over I was her teacher, telling her how she could bring her mark up; before that I was an angry pimp, and she my whore, and the time before that I was the landlord come to evict her. This time when she opened the door, I rushed in, clad in only a ski mask, and jogging pants....
I had been talking to him for a while now. This man. Daddy. Somehow the constant barrage of pornographic images and sissy hypnosis had taken a hold of me and brought me to the point where I had actually begun to develop a relationship with a man. I had never thought of myself as gay, or had thoughts about men. I was the typical A-student, moderately athleti...
As the party was rolling along, the knock at the door almost wasn't noticed. Luckily, you happened to be headed to the bathroom at the time and heard it. With no one else around you check the peephole and see that it is being blocked. Still curious you slowly open the door so that only the chain separates you and the unknown guest. Your eyes light up as you...
The characters in the story are over 18 years old. *** Lying on the back of the bed, hands resting on the head, eyes staring at the ceiling, the sound of a car running, the sound of people talking loudly through the window in the room. Few new furniture. Being alone in The big city is so lonely and so terrifying. My name is Jack, age 24 years, 178 cm tall...