(This story is written in Modified Script format) * It had been 5 years since I last saw my college roommate and 10 years since we graduate from college and parted ways. Cal was my best friend, we had lived in the dorms for the first 2 years and then we moved into an apartment near campus for the last two years. We were inseparable after our random assignm...
I met him when I was in high school. I had just come home from school and was dripping wet. My high school is only a block away from my stepfather's neighborhood (my mother moved both of us and my cat, who got hit by a car trying to go home, to his house). After shutting the door, I dripped on the rug and yelled at the top of my lungs, "MOM, YOU ARE NOT GOIN...
At the beginning of term in Oceanview U., California, my best friend Satomi told me she was planning to take an anthropology course. I went to the first few classes with her to see what it was like. It was kind of interesting. In one class, the prof talked about how anthropologists tell the difference between people from different parts of the world, using t...
It seemed that the East Coast kids who went to boarding school got a lot of the "sex, drugs, rock and roll" out of their system by college. Talking with my buddies, it seemed like they'd all had plenty of wild times, including threesomes. I had no idea how a threesome even came about. Were they bragging or bullshiting me? It seemed far-fetched that so many...
She'd been a nightmare to track down. It wasn't that she was tricky, it's that she moved so fast, seeming to part the very world around her, leaving in her wake an endless supply of drained balls and dried pussies. Each witness Control found for me could only lead to another three whom my new target had banged into the ground. It was not so much a matter o...
I'd had a long, hard day at work and couldn't wait to get home and relax. I stopped at the grocery store and got a few things we needed for the weekend. When I drove up to the house I was surprised to see my husband Greg's car in the driveway. He doesn't usually get home on Friday's until after me. I didn't bother waiting for him to come out to help me with...
Hello Readers! This is Part One of a Two-Part story. Both parts are written and will be posted in order. Chapter 1: The Girl at the Bar "Come on Charli, I just drove by it on the way over," Nancy said, pointing at the window, as though it was sitting on my parents' front lawn, "it was packed and you could hear the music from the street." "I have very imp...
My parents left town on a getaway cruise so they asked one of our neighbors, Sandra Polisi, to put me up at her place for the duration. An attractive divorcee for her 53 years, Mrs. Polisi originally hailed from Texas. Her elder, "Barbara Walters" looks were accentuated by her high cheekbones. For as long as I can remember she wore her Italian-black hair in...
Please read chapter 1 first so that you will know who these people are and where they are both literally and emotionally. The Saturday of Memorial Day weekend came soon enough. The afternoon picnic was pure Americana: Softball games, eating, children playing on slides, swings, and teeter-totters. The menu was all-American too: hot dogs, hamburgers, potato c...
My name's Jamie and I moved back to my hometown. I had a lot of bad memories here and most of them stemmed from being bullied in high school and a lot of that came from Holt Thompson. A loud mouthed jock in school he was the center of the basketball team and really, really arrogant. I was a geek, a comic kid and dungeons and dragons kid and all that stuf...