Camilla had a very strange dream that morning as she lay naked on Mr. Langella's living room carpet, which was still stained with her copious come from the night before. Camilla and her mother, Collette, were in the living room of Collette's house, in the middle of a terrible argument. "No!" Camilla, naked, shouted. "I won't put my clothes on! I'll do what...
Day Five As Roman makes his way up the walk to the front door; he is going over, in his mind, the details of the last few days. He is amazed at how quickly Roberta is catching on to the techniques and how open she is to learn. He checks a mental list to make sure he has covered everything he wanted to and what is still needed. "Let's see now. So far, thing...
SOOOOO sorry this took so long. Work and school are KILLING me. Exams are next week and I am studying like a mofo. Good news though. I'm pulling an A in microeconomics. So I promise, the wait has been worth it! This story has proven to be quite difficult to write, Marcus is a difficult nut to crack to say the least. No editor, rip away. ***** **5 YEA...
Coming home from work, Zack climbed the stairs two at a time to his 10th floor apartment. The elevators were too slow so he preferred to run up the stairs as a form of exercise. Zack enjoyed keeping his 6'2, 190 pound body in shape. He had turned many a head with his dark brown hair that was almost black, big brown eyes and one of those smiles that just make...
That moment when you realize you have sat, poised to write, for the better part of the night and not written a word. That terribly dreadful moment when you must slice meaty chunks from your emotion torn heart and let them come to lay up a blank page to be inspected like so much butcher shop meat. When tears darken the paper more than ink. It's funny...when...
I suppose everyone remembers their first time. They remember it because it was awkward and embarrassing and disappointing, or in the case of the girl—painful as well. After all of these years, I remember my first time with a continue sense of disbelief. It was hard to believe at the time—and it is hard to believe still. I think the reason that I stayed in a...
I lost something besides my virginity that fateful day. On this night the raindrops beat against my bedroom window sill long after the lightning had driven me inside. I took the picture of David from under my bed, and I wept uncontrollably as I listed to "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain" over and over. * * * I worked at a factory for part of the summer after...
This is a true story. However, for obvious reasons, people’s and place names have been changed. Any similarities are, therefore, a coincidence, and were not intended. It is drawn from my own experience. It was about eight o’clock when she rang and hung up. She did that when she wanted to talk, but didn’t have credit on her phone. I rang her back. “Hi, Dave...
If you are reading this, then this would be my first story, that got approved. I am obliged to thank Euphoria_ for all the time that she had spent in editing this. Arun was your typical Indian geek: that slightly shy guy you see in any normal TV series. As he walked along the pavement he looked up, glancing at the clock tower: 8:32 AM. He silently curse...
She bit her lip to try to hide her excitement, her hands trailed down her neck, to her breasts, down her stomach to her love canal. She knew he was watching her shower through the see thru shower curtain. Her ample body glistening with water, it was all so erotic. Her long wavy red hair was pressed to her back and her large blue eyes were suddenly on him, ga...