This is the beginning of first person series that starts with "Everything before my First Time, which will be posted when this and the 2nd chapter are approved. There will be more chapters, but also stories with other names that involve "me" but with other persons. I hope you find then enjoyable. Comments and votes would be appreciated. * My first time?...
(Let me lead you through the sepia-toned, historic setting for this tale - colonial India - where you will experience some of the most delicious Clothed Female Naked Male fun you have ever come across. On the banks of the Ganges the senior boys' college was filled with aristocratic 18 year olds, thrillingly subject to the discipline of female English teacher...
This is a Halloween contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. * Do you know what the most frightening thing on Earth is? Go ahead and guess. Think about it. I bet you don't know what the most frightening thing on Earth is. What is the most frightening thing on Earth? Is it something living or something dead...
Thanks to LaRacasse for suggesting a story set in India, and homage to E. M. Forster, creator of a masterpiece. I have tried to capture the language and attitudes of the time (roughly 1925), even as I exaggerated them in this parody; that which is offensive today was common speech then, and vice versa. So if racism and other political incorrectnesses offend...
He hadn't always been. Plastic I mean. Static. Absent in the sense when there's no movement, no one notices you. Or worse, they do notice and wish they hadn't, preferring the company of others, more human like them, more companionable. He couldn't remember when he wasn't Plasticman most of the time. Pre adolescence probably. And those infrequent moments when...
When I was a senior in high school I was madly in love with the head cheerleader, and for a while it seemed she loved me. I thought we were the perfect couple and knew we were destined to be together for the rest of our lives. During the entire school year you couldn't put a sheet of paper between us, we were that close. Then one night in May I happened to d...
Chapter Five Awana had sent Druna to inform the head of her tribe of their imminent arrival. The squire had returned with good news: Simona and Artemisia were already in the village, and to honor the Amazons the chief had decided to organize a day of competitions and dances. The column was marching behind Rodrigo and Awana, with the soldiers at its sides....
Schoolies Week An "In A Sunburned Country" Event Story © 2018 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in...
On the last week of March, 2004, while vacationing in Paris, I had by chance spent most of a rainy afternoon in my late aunt's attic. I was there to help in settling her estate and while perusing a series of bound letters found in a musty trunk, I came across . . . well read on and see for yourself. P. Fogg ~ A Memoir ~ As I read this document I came to...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08: Summer Holes Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All characters and events are fictitious. The sexual positions are possible. * * * * * Chapter 1. It was eight o'clock in the evening. I sat at my desk reading. I always seemed to be sat somewhere reading or writing. When I wasn't in court as a witness that is. I...