Disclaimer: this story is pure fiction, Parris Island is real, I've been there, so some of the historical facts and terms are real. I love the Marine Corps and if this story offends anyone I am truly sorry. If not enjoy. * May 14 1999 U.S. Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island SC I had just arrived at Parris Island it was 0200 and I was standing on t...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is one of a series of tales told by Martha the ghost. Each one is complete in itself a...
Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung! "Mm-huh?" Caitlyn groaned as the rude racket wrenched her from her sleep. Lying on her belly, the side of her face mashed up against her pillow, she blinked her bleary eyes. She saw nothing. She dragged her fingers, pulling aside her hair draped across her face then blinked again. No good; pitch dark. To her dismay she confirmed...
I just had my thirty fifth birthday and on one cold evening in early April, I was in my basement laundry room doing several loads of laundry. The laundry room contained a top loading washer and an electric dryer. The room was actually only about five feet by ten feet in dimension. At one end of the room was a door that led into a common underground hallway t...
I was over at Paul's one Friday night, along with Randy. It was something that we did every Friday night, get together to do some gaming. I hadn't been there long when Amy showed up at his front door with a basket load of laundry. Amy was the receptionist from work that most of the guys drooled over. "So Paul, I hope it is still OK for me to use your washe...
I placed the laundry basket to my side and I knelt down with my back to Maria. She wrapped her arms around me and grabbed my tits, working her way down to my hips and pulled them towards her. "Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy this." Her hands continued to move to my dry waiting asshole. She grabbed her cock and pushed the wet, lubed, tip to my hole and stretched...
Each summer, while I was in college, I worked as a camp counselor at a sprawling 200 acre camp deep in the woods on a private lake. For ten weeks each year , the woods were full of inner city kids bussed in by well-meaning people who thought that it would make kids turn out better to spend time in the wild. From what I saw of the kids, most were already turn...
Hey, I'm not a writer and English is not my first language. I just had a short idea and I wanted to write it down, and if anyone has any feedback I'd love to hear it. Thanks for reading! * It was a hot summer evening and I was headed down to the laundry room. I had put off getting my laundry done for far too long and this was the only time slot available....
Adrian knew something was wrong as he gathered up his laundry basket, detergent and softener for the trip down to the laundry room of his building. Flip flops slapping his feet gently as he walked, bare chested in thin sweatpants down the stairs to the basement. The nagging feeling was still there as he set his loads of clothes spinning and sat down, opening...
Sunday morning began as every morning over the last month did. The light snapped on and Michael awoke- exhausted, deliriously horny and frazzled from his perpetually light sleep, his body pulling against the ankle and wrist cuffs securing him to the double bed as the vibrating butt plug finally stopped its relentless stimulation of his prostate. Ms. Choi rem...