6. What a night. What a girl. What a performance. What the fuck happened there? What now? What the fuck was that? Questions, questions. She is so gorgeous, so funny, so wild, so mental... mate, this could be it, and what do you do? Yes, I'm talking to you Little John, asshole, leaving me in the lurch like that... It was bound to happen... some day, but last...
This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
Hello fine ladies and gentleman of Chyoa. Are you up for a challenge? The NaNoWriMo season is fast approaching and I thought it might be fun for the Chyoa writing community to do our own version of the challenge. For those that don't know about it NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is a creative writing challenge whereby a writer tries to write a 50,00...
Chapter 12 – November The next day Mike was awake as soon as it was light outside. He was careful not to wake up Ruthie as he got out of his bed, cleaned up, and settled at his computer to work on his term paper. He felt better than he had felt in a year, convinced that he now was in a solid relationship with the girl in his bed. Whatever her faults, she lo...
This is my first story to publish. It is based on a true story. The time frame was compacted to make a better story. It had been a hell of a 48 hours. Four different flights including a 16 hour layover at Shanghai, but I was finally in Manila. Trump, while he has been good for the economy was fucking me over. You see, I have a sourcing company that works f...
Wednesday, November 6th..... I awoke at 5:00 as normal and went about my usual duties. I spent a little extra time in the shower this morning grooming, just to make sure. Then I got my green "panties of the day" from the drawer and continued getting dressed. For breakfast I made cinnamon rolls. This is a pretty easy task since Jess prefers the ones from the...
Winter Sunshine (1) ------------------ Friday, 18 October ------------------ The old Jaguar sped along the main road, the harsh noise of its engine echoing off the stone walls of the row of cottages on the edge of Eastbrook. It quickly climbed the steep slope of the hill, its headlights cutting through the early morning mist. Past the neat rows of new ho...
All characters are at least 18 years of age Girlfriend's Brother Made Me Do It Or -- How my dull sexless husband has no idea I'm now a slut for Big Black Cock * At almost 35 years of age (16th of January) I consider myself an intelligent and very well respected woman - who has been successful in college, work and now as a budding author. I have always ma...
(The Dirty Old Man) This is a sequel to the Dirty Old Man and starts the day after the Halloween Orgy. This is a fantasy and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely accidental. All characters are over 18, hell, most are over 40. This story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content and some BDSM play....
Today is November 16, 2001. This letter is to my sweet son, Dustin. On June 26, 1990, the world was blessed with a newborn child. That child held the strings to so many hearts in his hands and he didn't even know it. That child, born of teenage parents, was to become the son of my heart, if not the son of my body. He was to become the son of his dad's hear...