Unfortunately I have left this story alone for a little while, ever since beginning to write "Carnal Sin" (I mentioned at the intro of Ch 01 that I had been writing another story and this it). Ummm, I'm going to submit this as it is. If anyone would like me to finish it then please say so. I was writing "Carnal Sin" very briefly and hurried, to come back to...
This one follows the tale of Dave and Shannon in "How to Be a Good Mentor" while also being a prequel of sorts to "Lucas and the Library Girl," though you can easily enjoy this whether you've read those or not. I've posted it here as an entry in Lit's National Nude Day contest, so please check out the other entries and vote on your favorites. * * * "Christ...
It was raining and we still had nine or ten miles to go down the long glen before reaching a road and the dubious chance of a bus. I and two mates were backpacking in the Scottish highlands in our first university vacation. We'd bagged a couple of Munros, slept in a bothy, waded a few rivers and almost run out of food. We were sweaty, footsore and tired. 'T...
Note: This story was inspired by an anecdotal account of a famous author's days at college. I will not name this person to avoid any controversy. He didn't participate in those events, but reported that there was a custom where some of the most feminine boys were kept as "the tart" of some of the upperclassmen. In that instance it was probably done in a more...
I was late coming home, tired and cranky from driving in rush hour traffic. I was fit to be tied from following idiots who thought that it was most entertaining looking at the side of the road at another poor soul's tragedy. As I walked in the door, I was surprised to see that you were pissed off. I was unaware of any reason for this. The entire drive home I...
Mike had always been a shy sort of guy, not saying much to anyone, drifting through school, having very few dilemmas to make his life any interesting. He always felt his looks were average, tall, thin, short brown hair and glasses, he never really saw his body as anything women would lust after. He wasn't out of shape, he just, wasn't chiseled, that's all....
Gina's fun to write about. Here she is again. This story falls after "Dylan Gets Luckier," but as always you can enjoy it without reading about any of Gina's previous adventures. Enjoy! * * * The trouble was, I was no longer amused by Andy Temple. He'd started as a simple diversion, a fun little pulse of carnal sunshine in what had become, if I'm being h...
Tracey and Buttercup wandered along in the dark Gomorran landscape, their shadows cast forward by the light of the nearly full moon, able to see that on this side of the border as on the other there was evidence of the detritus of war. They were both very tired and both felt thoroughly abused. Buttercup was finding the pain between her legs a particular agon...
One of the benefits of my divorce was the fact that I was now able to re-establish contact with all of the old friends that my ex drove away. She had a bad habit of pissing off my friends wives, which turned into a backlash towards me. Now that she was out of the picture, I was accepted back with open arms, kind of a "Prodigal Son" type of thing. The best p...
1 The Iglesia de Santa Rosa was as old as the poverty that plagued its neighborhood, and it had space for only a small congregation. But every Friday night the benches were filled by the local faithful, often an hour or more before the eight p.m. service. Even on the warmest summer evenings mothers and husbands, their dirty and ragged children arranged betw...