My boyfriend, Brandon, is borrowing my French 10-speed road bike. Brandon and I don't make out because he is Mormon. “I’ve been taking this puppy for tours around campus,” he said to me earlier today. And tours of your cock, I’m thinking now as I stand outside of Brandon's apartment complex before I go to class, looking at the bike he’s borrowing. Does...
It was the first weekend of December, about a year or more after I had left the Daily News, when I went to Houston to stand in my friend Burke's wedding. He was marrying a former girlfriend of mine, and since I introduced them he figured he had no choice but to invite me. (We never made love, by the way, but Burke didn't know that.) That month also saw my T...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 323-word story in German starting 'freitag abend 18hr' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here...
Keira rushed out from work, pushing through the rain soaked crowd towards the taxi rank, trying her hardest not to get soaked to the skin in this typical British summertime weather. The streets were far too busy for to use an umbrella, and the rain beat against her face as she battled onwards through the throng. She was lucky enough to hail a cab before sh...
(This story continues from Marie's Cry for Help. Maestro and Marie have left the sex club where they were hoping to find a woman to join them for a threesome. Being unsuccessful in this pursuit, Marie ultimately consents to being taught a lesson about taking on Maestro at his most lustful. They have just returned home...) ***** "Oh shit Maestro, my legs ar...
My family calls it the Mom-Mobile because all I ever seemed to do was drive from one kid event to another. With two active boys, and lots of team sports and practices, I used to live in my van. But now that the boys are starting high school, they don't want to be seen having Mom drive them everywhere. Still, my van is a great car, especially if you want to h...
So since you wanted a full report of my activities the other night I thought I would send you an email. You got my text letting you know that I was not the good girl you wanted me to be – I did not seduce some random stranger and suck his cock in the parking lot. Alas for some reason no one wants to flirt with me when I am surrounded by off duty cops.... An...
Day 3... My husband, Vijay returned, by about half past ten in the morning, from his one day business trip. We were to check out of the suite, by noon. Kishan had had suggested that we travel with him in his car and get dropped by him, as we both lived in the same city. Vijay had agreed and had cancelled the return tickets by the overnight train. Before Vi...
The following is an e-mail I sent to a friend about my straying in a moment of weakness. ............... Dear Susan, I was freaking out Saturday all day. Your friend getting upset at our misunderstanding set me off, and I was worthless after that, practically bouncing off the walls all day. Bees in the brain is what I call it. Got ready to go out like I...
I'm Alicia. I just turned eighteen one month ago. My very best friend, Shelly, is five months older than I. Not only have we been best friends since the fourth grade, we became lovers at the Log Cabin Motel two days after I turned eighteen. My boyfriend's name is Travis. He's two years older than I and goes to college. He's going to be a designer and draw...