The two people that were present at the Bushey residence on North Street in Colonie, New York had little in common besides the fact that they weren't happy about where they were on that Wednesday morning in late June of 1972. The burly black man who was hard at work doing repairs on the garage didn't mind the work but the weather forecast called for thunder...
All characters that appear in this story are at least eighteen or over. Please do not plagiarize. I woke up that morning feeling nervous. The night before, I'd finally worked up the nerve to make up my mind about whether or not to go. I remembered all of those days on the way to school, where I would pass by that naughty little shop. I'd occasionally see s...
Molly After we had settled in at home, I quickly got myself back up and began taking charge of caring for Jennifer and running the house. Jim wanted to bring in someone to help but I told him I wanted to do this for myself. He said why not let one or two of the girls down at the cycle shop help with the cooking and cleaning and laundry. I refused and told h...
I dedicate this story to Bostonfictionwriter, who helped me get off of drugs, gave me a place to stay, and found me a job that paid enough to keep me off the streets and out of the shelters. Most of the story you are about to read is true, just the names have been changed. There is no sex in this story, just emotion. * There's no better day than Earth Day...
In the previous chapter my Warrior Returns you learnt that Chris was injured and how we overcame it. This is definitely the last episode of the series. Again many thanks to all those who offered encouragement, suggestions and ideas and be sure to read the epilogue. Neither of us wanted a white or religious affair, so we decided to keep it to close ties and...
Pt. II: Sex Education Carol and I had simultaneously lost our virginity the night before, and I was still feeling a special warm glow from our lovemaking. As soon as I got off work at the swimming pool that evening, I called her. That's when I got the bad news. Carol said that when she got up, her apartment mate Karen had asked, "Well, you got your cherry...
‘Dammit. Where have all of the strawberry preserves been disappearing to?’ Mr. Harper complains, loudly scraping the sides of the empty mason jar with the serving spoon. ‘You know that Wade has practically been inhaling them since he came back,’ Alice, Wade’s younger sister, explains. I’m trying not to blush, wondering what they would think if they really...
Chapter II Chris awoke the next morning to the blaring sound of his alarm clock and hit it a couple times before it went silent. He had slept very well and felt well-rested but that did not change the fact that he still didn't want to get out of bed. Rolling over, he pulled his laptop off of his bedside table and onto his stomach. He lifted the lid and it c...
She was nineteen years old, from Glaavorn in the far North of Sweden. Tall and blonde and beautiful. Blue eyed with golden skin. A young Nordic goddess. She stood at the ironing board pressing one of his shirts. It was her third week as au pair to the Corduffs, and the first time Corduff had stayed home. He had a cold. Or said he had. She finished the shirt...
She was still horny when she woke up Saturday morning. She got the kids up and dressed and while they were eating their breakfast she called Sarah. "Are the boys up yet?" "A little eager are you?" "I'd say no, but you would know that I was lying. What I wanted was for them to go with me when I take the kids to dance class. I want to drop the kids and then...