If you care to learn more about me as the writer of this or any of my true stories, you can try reading the "Background" portion of my first submission titled "My Neighbor Jessica." On this story, I will skip that portion, although I think it is important to know how my upbringing contributed to the personality, character and esteem of my adulthood. You migh...
11:45 p.m. During stories taking place over one day, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George; her boss Bill ate her pussy; she takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel, with Mark fucking her ass. Later, Mark fucked her co-worker, Sally, as Cinnamon watched and masturbated; then Sally ate Cinnamon. Late at night in she cybered on the comp...
Vivian was a girl of many continuum's & spectrum's; she was for all practical purposes bisexual, though she preferred the word queer because she spat on the ideas of conformity. She was that type of girl, who loves to spit, an angry young femme who looked pretty punk rock. With her 3 inch platform boots with the union jack on them to her red fishnets and mat...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * In seven years I had feared for this day to come and my hope that it would never happen had increased for every year that passed. But today it was a reality. It was the worst day in my life, though it was an average sunny Tuesday in May. The day had begun almost as usual and, if it hadn't been for a forgotte...
Note: This story is Part 3 of the series Melanie and Team Vasquez. ~~~~~~ Friday evening, before the weekly party with the five of us started, Floyd was bursting with an idea. "I've been thinking about what Mel asked for. There's an indoor range, near Madigan Mills-" "Way the hell over there? Why so far?" Lester cut in. "It's perfect. Nobody will know...
Doreen's friend Kate called her a jerk who wore her bleeding heart right under the hospital volunteers badge. What did it matter, Doreen thought, if first, she was helping others less fortunate, and second, it made her feel good to bring a smile to some patient's face? The terminal cases and those on the verge of dying were most in need of a friend, a caring...
Exactly one week later I got another phone call from Rina. "You come. Fix. "was all she said. "Listen you crazy bitch," I began "You come. Fix" she repeated. And then she hung up. "She's fucking' nuts if she thinks I'm going back over there for a repeat performance of last week." I thought to my self. But as I drove around I got to thinking about Benji's...
"Oh, here's something interesting," my fiancée Angel said, browsing through the throw away paper calendar. "A local strip joint is having a Pimp 'N Ho Party Saturday night. Bikini dancers, good food, music and live entertainment and customers are encouraged to dress up as pimps and whores. Sounds like our kind of party, interested?" "Sure, why not?" I repli...
[This story only portraits fictional characters and places.] The loud noises of a king-sized bed slamming hardly against the motel wall and the squeaky sounds of a rather old mattress echoed through the, fortunately pretty empty, "Beach Side"-motel near the beach of Saint Monarch, a small but lively and pretty city near Hawaii. If some voyeur or st...
For Roxanne, with grateful thanks for bringing my muse back home. I suppose you could say it started with a kiss. Yes, that was it, with a kiss. But not the warm lips, soft murmurs, and low-light romance kind of kiss. That came later. No, it was the kiss of fender against fender, and the tortured squeal of tires on tarmac in harsh daylight. It was a warm d...