This is my first story for public consumption. If I get favorable feedback, I have others. I would like to thank volunteer editors Writerscan, Fast Flash, and Woodman for their help. Part 1...Like a Splinter It all started after my senior year in High School. I had graduated in the top fifth of my class and scored well on the SATs. I was enjoying a carefr...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggl...
I am sure my boyfriend Paul tries his best. No. I am being nice. Polite. There's really no reason to be. Paul has gotten lazy. The foreplay is predictable. He does what is expected. Humps me. Fingers me. On what is supposed to be perceived as special occasions he even goes down on me. I wonder if he expects me to be grateful. I wonder if I am being ungratef...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggl...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE;] [This particular story is a gentle one; readers seeking 'hot action' and a sexy 'play by play' might seek another venue. Thanks, Clinton09] * Roger, 27, had been a graduate student at one of the finest, if not the finest, state universities (Michigan) for some seven yea...
The old fisherman sat out at the end of the dilapidated dock in his lopsided deck chair. Though it was getting on toward evening the sun was nice and warm. He was fishing really light; a homemade bamboo pole and an old reel he maybe got before he had whiskers. Duck-taped it to the pole and wound it with ten pound test. Fishing flounder didn't take much gear....
Authors Note: This story is set in Australia and involves sportspeople who play cricket. The reader does not have to know about the game of cricket to follow the story. It just happens to be the sport in Australia at present where both male and female professionals can earn a full time living. Thank you very much to eclecticwoman818 for her editing and con...
Hello readers! This is the final part of Live on Me. I hope you have enjoyed the series so far, and I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. This passion project has brought me so much joy and been quite a ride for me. I quit my harrowing day job, and now I've been putting a lot of time into writing! I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the story...
The moment the ball came off the racket, Denise Ford knew it was a winner. Into the back court and past her opponents forearm, the ball bounced into the fence bordering the courts. "Some sore back!" Elsie Robbins remarked as she bent over to pick up the tennis ball. Denise watched her friend bend forward, her skirt rising up to reveal her white panties. Oh...
Back in the bedroom Tom announced, "You wants my pants off, you'll have me with pants off" as he dropped his pants and underwear. It was now my turn to be in awe. "Oh my stars and garters, does that really fit inside a woman? I can't imagine how." Having just peed he wasn't even fully hard, but it was still bigger than I thought it would be. Though his ton...