In Chapter 1 I made a flagrant error in switching tenses and moving from first person to third person in the story. My thanks to all who pointed that out to me in your feedback and a special thanks to those who appreciated the story in spite of my error. I received many notes of appreciation as well as criticism and encouragement to continue with additional...
"Fucking kids!" I mumbled loudly as I sat up on the edge of the bed. I was extremely pissed at being awakened at this time of the morning. I mean, imagine, teenage kids breaking into the pool area at 3 am! As the manager of a small motel on the outskirts of town, I was used to having my sleep disturbed for all kinds of things. However, it really burned my bu...
2: The passion flower. The bus pulled in to the college stop and I gathered my things together to get off and head in for the first lesson of the week. It was Monday and the first hint of Autumn was in the air. Despite the bustle of students around me going about their daily routine, I was in a world of my own. Everything seemed different somehow. Everythi...
Synopsis: Damien was looking forward to a relaxing weekend free from his abusive father, but things quickly took a downward turn when he got kidnapped. Turns out it was maybe for the best though, or at least not as bad as staying with his dad would be. In this chapter Dee becomes feisty as the hormones kick in, and she's introduced to chastity and butt pl...
Thump, thump, thump... Dammit, they're at it again, I cursed and looked at my clock. 3 AM. Great; I had to be up in a couple of hours. Muffled exclamations and moans accompanied the rhythmic thumping. I still hadn't met my next-door neighbours but one thing I knew; they were the Energizer bunnies of sex; they just kept going and going and going. Night after...
As I closed my car door and stepped toward my house, a small voice cracked like leather on an old saddle called out, "Alan, you've got a package over here." "Thanks, Mrs. Taylor. I'll be over in just a minute." I carried my satchel into the house and picked up a envelop of photographs I'd just gotten developed the day before. My elderly neighbor, Sue Tay...
Michael Broadbent and I had been friends for many years. We had met at University and then lost contact for a while only to find ourselves working for the same merchant bank in the City some five years later. That was ten years ago and we had remained firm friends ever since. We had both married. My wife, Sarah was an English rose. Beautiful to look at and h...
This story contains group sex, forced sexual acts, homosexuality and ass play. If this isn't your cup of tea please be warned now and move on. I'm not a professional writer and don't claim to be. Constructive criticism is allowed, however, if all your going to do is say it sucks or fag then move on or better yet, you write a story and post it so i can return...
She just pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex after another grueling and agenizing twelve hour day at the hospital. As she exited her vehicle: "Dear God I'm tired." She thought: "I can actually smell my own feet! At least I hope that's my feet." She giggled to herself. Those feet were tired and sore and she could tell her ankles and calves we...
Author's Note **Thanks to Estragon, who edited my dirty story for your reading pleasure. It's my first time writing from the perspective of a dude...quite satisfying, really. Hope you laugh...and then come all over yourself.*** * Dan leaned back and tried to relax. That was what one was supposed to do in a hot tub. It was just weird being in one alone wit...