Who understands the things that shape us, that mold us into the strange sexual beings we eventually become? I'll be eighty-one this coming November, and I think I know why, for me, it always began with the panties. It wasn't the flash of white that I caught when a school chum of mine came down the slide, or even later, the sheer black lace that covered the b...
Lauren Peters is nineteen. During the day she lets her long, brown hair hang straight down, but she sleeps with it in a ponytail. She always paints her left hand's fingernails with nail polish that is one shade darker than her right, and she had her first kiss at age six. I was her first kiss. I used to wonder if she even remembered. She never seemed to kno...
At nineteen he was one of the older staff and the only male in a team of twenty women, the work at the stables had always been very physical and great fun. Rich had worked with horses for years and at the Abbeyway Riding School for about three years, but the time had come to move on. He had heard rumors that this may involve some mess, as the staff gave him...
I am writing this under the sickly orange sky—the daylight fast fading, and my will along with it. My supply of The Dragon is exhausted, and I promised at its end I would drive this car into the nearest tree or telephone pole, abutment of a bridge, or even down a ravine—anything to end my life and the nightmare I've lived for months. His name is Morpheus. H...
It had been a long day at work, and I was looking forward to going home and taking a hot bubble bath. I worked as a cashier at a variety, hardware store. One that I was beginning to hate. The only people who ever came in were old guys who stunk because they never take baths; or the old women who always go to the craft section, because they are working on thi...
CHAPTER 1(REBOOT) /**** ---DISCLAIMER--- The characters described in the story as entirely fictional and refer to no person living or dead. Any reference found is complely coincidential. ****/ /**** ---ABOUT THE AUTHOR--- This is the work of an amateur author. Grammer and Proofreading are my enemies. I have no actually sexual experience, so if you fin...
Bonnie was bored. Actually, Bonnie was beyond bored. She was ready to scream and start breaking things just to have something to do. The house was clean, the laundry was done, folded and put away. That night's dinner was even done, or at least in the crock pot cooking. It was only ten in the morning and all she had to look forward too until jack got home was...
In Allston there were three major gangs. The Crowns, the Aces, and the Blue Devils. The gold Crowns were the most powerful and dealt in extortion and protection, the Blue Devils ran most of the garages and chop shops around town and ran illegal races or courier runs. The red Aces were the most violent, owning the gambling and sex trade. Alisa looked down at...
EVERYONE IN THIS AND ALL JAG STORIES ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER!! ***** Sarah, Harm and the rest of the staff were assembled in the conference room. General Cresswell entered, they all stood in attention and Harm yelled out; "Attention on Deck!" Cresswell replied; "As you were, everyone is here, good! I'd like to table our normal order of business. There h...
I appreciate the votes and comments. Again, I understand that this story will not be overly popular due to its very unique theme. That's okay. Understand that in this life there are all types of people. In this universe I have created that is even more heightened. It takes place 1000 years from now so, really, the norms of society have changed considerably....