Come to summer camp, it can change you life! Walking in the moonlight one night Evan Walker reflected on just how not good this summer had gone for him thus far. He was beginning to regret leaving the familiar Boy Scout camp he had worked at for the past four years. Not that this camp did not have its advantages- more pay and working at a co-ed camp inste...
[This was my first story, which I posted a few years ago and which was deleted by a computer glitch last summer. A couple of people have asked that I repost it, so here it is.] * "So what do you think of the neighbors?" I asked. My parents' neighbors, to be perfectly accurate. Molly and I were house-sitting while my parents were in Europe, and I'd just ta...
The weekend following my experience with David was different from anything previous. In spite of some beautiful weather we barely left the house that weekend or the bedroom for that matter. The lust filled fury from Friday night was replaced with a desire to hold each other and make tender love. Dan and I both agreed that inviting a near stranger to become p...
The year is 1967, the Summer of Love. This is the era of Rock & Roll. The Beatles, The Stones, The Doors, and Procol Harum are the top bands. Johnson is president. The Vietnam War is in full swing. Anti-war marches alternate with civil rights protests, often led by Martin Luther King. Gas prices are 33 cents a gallon and cigarettes are 35 cents a pack. A...
I was bored. That's my excuse. I was bored. My name is Kendra Wilson and this is a story about how boredom, listlessness and depression can make you do some pretty crazy things. First, a little background. I'm supposed to be a college freshman, like most girls my age. In fact, I was – for a few months. But life doesn't always work out the way you want it...
Often when I write, I struggle to find the perfect image of a character in my mind. Once in a while, I'm already partly into the beginning of a tale when I stumble upon an image that makes me sit back and grin, knowing that I've found the character. Once I have that, I keep that image open in a window as I write so that I can refer to it and pick out details...
"Check it out, you guys," Kelsey said, holding up a Playboy magazine with the centerfold opened up. "We need to study these. Us girls want you to do this kind of stuff with us." She had a box at her feet with two dozen Playboys from the '70s, classics that she bought on eBay. Richie and Erin smiled. They each picked up one of the thick, heavy magazines and o...
It was a hot Tuesday in June. I was at work, manning one of the two registers in the small grocery store I was working at for the summer. I sighed and pulled my long blond hair into a high bun, trying to catch a breeze on the back of my neck, though the air outside the open door seemed to be even hotter than the air inside. I leaned against the counter and w...
All characters are at least eighteen years old. Thanks go out to musicloverxo91 and boheminxen for their editorial assistance. * They started French kissing causing both to start breathing heavier. After a time Holly felt Billy's hands start sliding and caressing up and down her back eventually coming in contact with the soft curve of her left breast. He c...
Sam was cautious at first, as he didn't want to upset the girl anymore than he had already, but with Abby's reassurance that she was fine, he was more at ease. "I had long known that I was illegitimate." She told him. "That doesn't upset me. What did upset me was realising that Mum had just walked away from here when she had a family who could have helped he...