Tim was woken up to the insistent ringing of his doorbell. “What the fuck?” He muttered as he stumbled sluggishly out of bed. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was one in the morning. Who the hell would be ringing his doorbell at this time of night? The person ringing the bell was getting more persistent. Who ever it was, Tim planned on giving t...
This is my first story on here. I previously posted it on a different site a couple years ago, but am now posting it again with plans to continue it. I hope you enjoy. As always, all characters are at least 18. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'd like to start by saying that my dad is an absolute asshole. I was born in a small town called...
The beginning of the summer of my eighteenth year was, like the rest of my life before it, inauspicious. I had just finished high school where I had enjoyed a successful year, at least academically. But, lacking athletic skills or particularly good looks, my social life, particularly as it related to girls, was disappointing. College loomed before me in the...
La Portuguesa Chapter 1 - No Credit Cards By Diego Royo © 2017 Martina Longoria Balli is a young Latina woman exploring Texas, and the limits of her sexuality. Her family lineage goes back to Spain, Padre Balli himself, who owned Isla de Santiago, now Padre Island. She was born on South Padre Island when her parents could not get back to town and the hospit...
Melissa, a stunning blond of thirty years of age, divorced with two small children, she works in a truck stop, her hour glass figure compliments the pink and white waitresses' uniform with her even tan, her hair pulled up into a pony tail the men watch her every step in her white sneakers as she hustles to serve these hungry truckers their food. Her crystal...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor; no, I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, there's too many people to keep track of, it's too long, it's too short, it's in the wrong category, it's stupid shit and yes, I am a horrible writer. For those...
Author's Note: Thanks to Sexy Geek for editing the manuscript. A second pair of eyes catches a lot of mistakes. Commentators on my first effort were correct on this point. ***** Ten on Saturday morning at Sail Bay in Mission Bay in San Diego was a standard meeting time for the little group to assemble. They towed their catamarans, set them up and launche...
Note to reader: This is a true story which happened in the late 1980's. Some parts were taken from other sources. To the best of my knowledge, they are accurate. Names (other than mine) and a few other minor things have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved. However, the basic story is factual. All people engaging in sexual activity...
Part 4: Release and relief After they returned to the living room with their cups full, Dr. Winderly sat back in the wingback chair. "I was a first-year grad student and thought I wanted to be an archaeologist. I had a class with Dr. Heidler in Anthro 651 and he was fascinating. I went to his office hours one day and he was working on a paper about sexual p...
It had been four years since I had quit smoking; I had forgotten what it was like to as much as want a cigarette. My wife was so proud of me and was always telling me just how proud she was of me for stopping the one habit she still struggled with everyday. I had made her a promise that I was NOT going to be one of those ex-smokers who was always on the case...