"Ding dong ding dong," went the doorbell because Patty had mashed on the little button there by the door on the outside with her thumb. "Ding dong," it went again because she once more had pushed the button with impatience. Her car had broke on the country road and Patty hiked to the nearest house to ask to use the phone with which to call the AAA toe truck...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in.This story is about an 18-year-old boy struggling with the gifts that he possesses and t...
During my many exploits on the African continent I witnessed a number of interracial occurrences. Those I can verify but I also heard many stories of pure black lust prior to my setting foot on that continent. Many were inconsequential but others were more intriguing. There is indeed a dark side of mankind that spreads it's tentacles throughout the world an...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Just a flash story; not to be taken too seriously. ***** The eighteen year old Jimmy Bergeron was the victim of bullying at Baylor Lake High School; for whatever reason, Doug, Brandon, and Derek had decided Jimmy would be their victim. The three athlete...
INTRODUCTION: This is a satirical piece aimed at both ends of the social ladder. It is probably best to hang ones rational mind at the door before entering. It is intended as a fun, quick read without any great moral or message. However, I hope some may find it to also contain a kernel of mystery regarding true love and the sometimes unusual forms it may tak...
She opened the door and walked into the hallway calling out her daughter Alexis name. Hearing no answer she walked towards the kitchen stepping out of her heels and feeling a relief to be home. There on the kitchen table was a red envelope, from her daughter's stationary, with the showy large swirls of handwriting that indicated it was from Alexis. She sli...
Hi, I'm Betty Reed, widow of Dr. Fred Reed, MD. At age fifty-eight, I am just your average widow. I stand five feet, two inches, and weight one hundred and thirty-nine pounds. There was a time that I was considered very pretty, with a damn fine figure. Gravity has done its work, so now, some would say, that my breasts have "gone south." I spend my time chat...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***********...
I. The first day she crossed the line, she wanted a cookie and a grade change. It was a warm June day. She was on campus taking an extra sociology class. She decided that before she went to her sociology professor's class to ask why she earned a C- on a paper she had written, she decided to stop by the local coffee stand for one of her favorite treats: a...
Miranda was surging, her mind was hard, and she needed to fuck someone. Sometimes, Miranda felt as if she could grow a dick just by closing her eyes and forcing the sex hormones in her body down like daggers between her well-shaped, muscular thighs. When she felt particularly fired up, this thought would cross her mind. If she couldn't grow a dick, maybe s...