A very large part of my life has been lived by how others have told me to live it and I was getting really sick and tired of everyone's bull shit. I was told where to go for fun, what to eat, what to drink, how to dress, who should be my friends, stay away from them, and the boring list goes on. One day I sat down and made a list of what I liked and I wasn't...
A lighter one, this time. You may recognize the characters from some of my other stories. If you haven't read all my stories, don't worry - they're written to stand alone. The characters and situations depicted may be real, fictional, or some combination thereof. And I'm not giving too much away to say that there is a "Nita" - muse, inspiration, and best...
Hello! This one came to me while I was getting a haircut (duh). There really is something quite intimate about being with a hairdresser. All that warm air, the big cape that hides everything that might be going on under there, and the eye contact in the mirror. Also, I get massive goose bumps and shivers from the sound of scissors near my ears. So yeah, I bl...
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. It took six years but I finally finish the last chapter of The Shoot. Hope everyone enjoys. And if you're not familiar with the models I mention in the story, please Google them. You'll get a better understanding on how large Charlene's breasts are. ***** "Welcome to DAMSEL, my fashion magazine," announced the...
There is someone for everyone. Isn't there? Never married or in a serious relationship, Gary worked five days a week and half a day Saturday in a machine shop. He had been employed there for 15 years, since he graduated from high school. It was a good job with a good wage, benefits, and overtime, and as much as the routine drove him mad after a while, he ne...
Every morning Charlotte's alarm clock goes off at 6 AM. She reaches over and shuts off the alarm, then lays there stretching a bit before venturing out into her apartment and into her bathroom to take her shower. Charlotte has a stereo in her bedroom that she turns on before she enters the bathroom. It suddenly blares some music, startling her, but it was ju...
"Oi missus! Have you got a spare?" A male voice shouted from the next yard. I was sitting drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette as I looked down from the steps leading up to my flat to saw a tall mixed race guy in white work dungarees, miming smoking. "Have you got a spare? I'm gasping." He grinned. I smiled and waved before putting my cup down and goi...
This is a slow burn (as many first-time stories are). It will take a while to "move through the gears", sexually, over a number of pages and chapters. It also spends time on background and character development. If that is not for you, give it a swerve, or get straight to the sexual parts. But, if you like a little back story, I hope you'll enjoy it. I'd kn...
All characters are adults. ***** My name is Bud. After the state released me from prison I used my few dollars of separation money to start life anew someplace where opportunity wasn't rare or, worse, unknown. So I rode the bus to Gulfport, a town about the size of Savannah, on the Gulf of Mexico. At Gulfport I went to the halfway house I hadda referral t...
This story runs parallel to Carol's School Tales, and it is about the teacher Miss Newark. You don't really need to read the first story, those of you who have might recognise situations that overlap from one story to the other. One small change I've made to Gillian is her age. * I never really noticed him at first. He was just one of pupils, more interes...