This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World. I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine. ***** (Wednesday Night) Yasmin had a kink I hadn't really had to deal with before. She lik...
First submission. Hope people enjoy it. I don't own anything to do with the show Castle, I'm just borrowing three of its ladies for some fun. * Yawning, Alexis Castle flopped onto the bench in the small locker room the 12th's morgue contained. While the 20 year old had jumped at a summer internship with Lanie Parish, she had forgotten about the nights tha...
I hate men. Oh, let me explain: my name is Alexandra (Alex to my friends), and I'm a lesbian. I know that "I hate men" seems somewhat trite, but I really have not liked men since before my first heterosexual experience, and that left me disappointed, frightened, and a bit sticky. It was back in senior high school, and I had finally accepted a date with Bob...
A Fantasy turned into Reality Friday Night’s Adventure Chapter 2 Janine’s Story Friday morning around 9 am, I answer the phone that wakes me from a dead sleep. Groggy and sleepy I say “Hello”. “Wake up you fat fucking whore!”, Beth says to me. “What the fuck do you want Bitch!” “I have been in town all week on business, and I don’t return home until M...
Again Ann Perkins found herself staring into a camera, kind of hoping that it would just go away while for the millionth time she thought about the infuriating April Ludgate. About what was going on with them, how could Ann put a stop to it, and did she really want to put a stop to it? Then the cameraman gave a forced cough, making Ann focus on the camera ag...
I went out the other day, and spotted this ridiculously good-looking man walking through the Champlain Place Shopping Center in downtown Moncton. He was tall, easily six-foot-two or more, with broad shoulders, a lean and athletic body, and a really cute face. Oh, and he was of African descent, looking downright sexy in a black leather jacket over a bright re...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. * Back in high school I had a huge crush on a girl named Jenny. I mean a HUGE crush. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes, luxurious dark hair that went down past her shoulders, beautiful full breasts, and a marvelous sultry...
Thank you to all those who have left feedback so far. This is a work in progress and my first attempt at anything like this, I hope it is something that you will continue to enjoy. If you have any suggestions for future chapters, please, feel free to let me know in the comments section below. Thanks. We entered the dining room for our evening meal and foun...
All people in this story are fictional and 18 or older. Enjoy this loveable teacher and he special study group. ***** I sat in front of my final class, remedial American history, why I chose to teach this subject I have no idea. It's so boring talking about what any American with common sense knew is just boring. I envy Ms. Grey, the health teacher, she ge...
Heath had found that his favorite form of pleasure was that inflicted upon himself by himself. Masturbation had become his more beloved lover and release of the magnitude of his sexual tension. However it was more than just playing with himself that satisfied his needs, it was the public displays of his desire that truly fueled his pleasure. He had always fi...