I left the bathroom light on and the door open a crack as Rita and I went to bed. Mary was curled up on her side, snoring softly. "We'll wake her up," Rita whispered as she climbed on the king sized bed. I chuckled and shook my head. "We couldn't wake her up with a brass band." I told her in a loud voice. Mary didn't move. Rita laughed and lay back. "Oh...
Thanks for reading this story- please note it is written in a slightly unusual format which is deliberate and is an attempt to replicate a stream of consciousness from one person's viewpoint. As such it does have some slightly non-standard punctuation, some long, rambling sentences, and it doesn't include any traditionally set out dialogue although there is...
I'm walking through the crowded hotel lobby looking like a slutty school girl hooker, everyone's eyes are on me, and I'm being led by Jeff who is slightly in front of me holding my hand. We head to the elevator and step in just the two of us. I'm a little relieved yet now I start to get nervous of what is to come. On the way up the elevator to the penthouse...
It happened a couple of years ago, at the end of the term in college when a bunch of us chipped in to get a couple of kegs and enough munchies to get us through the night. We knew each other and hung out together on a regular basis but I wouldn't say we were all good friends. There was John - straight 'A' student by day but party animal at night except he co...
We're quite possibly never going to meet IRL, that's one of the reasons why we've been able to be so candid with each other, why we've never felt any need to hold back. No shame, no hypocrisy. The geographic distance is not the true reason, a mere two-hour drive wouldn't have kept us apart, but the social pressures would make impossible anything but, at most...
Another beautiful day in Southern California offered something new. At 10:00 A.M Author Nick Benson decided to take a break from his Bonfire chapter to get some fresh air. After a fast shower he gets dressed in a loose white button down shirt and grey cargo pants. He then stepped from his room to knock on his son's bedroom door. No answer he chose to head...
She loved the pictures of the romantic river front B&B in southern Ohio with the sounds of the Ohio River to be the backdrop for their first weekend together. Months of emails and online conversations had brought them to this point of meeting face to face. She had to admit, she thought it a sweet and corny notion to meet for the first time face to face on th...
This is the first story I ever wrote, several years ago. This story is taken almost word for word from something I sent over an instant messaging service to a woman who was my Domme at the time, at her request and created from her original idea. As a crude copy and paste job, it overuses the ellipsis and comma and has other rather heinous writing flaws, I...
By request, I continue the story of Brent and Angie. Willing partners discovering and experimenting with their sexuality. This part of the story involves menstrual awakening and exploration. Once again, I ask that you vote on the content and FLOW of the story itself. Please do not give a low vote because of the subject matter only. If you are not a fan of th...
For Meggs and Bill This story treats some matters that may offend some, so if you dislike reading about either menstruation or bodily functions of all kinds, this story is not for you. * Eleanor had been very relieved—no, overjoyed—when the District Court of the Women's Republic had released her from her punishment for the adulterous conduct in which she...