1. When I try to make these memories come to the surface, it's as if I'm looking at a picture only half developed. Even the feelings are lost, fragmented, blurry around the edges. Nothing is sharp any more. Nothing has tangibility. Solidarity. Even faces sometimes elude me, drifting in and out of my consciousness like visions from dreams, occasionally defi...
When you work next door to someone for a few years, especially in a small school, you eventually learn a lot about them. Sherry and I were Social Studies teachers at the same high school. We'd both started at the school fresh from college. As the years go by, and we changed subjects, we bounced around from room to room, yet we always stayed in the same hal...
My dad works for the State Department and I wanted a similar career. Dad said foreign language was the key so after eighth grade Dad sent me to school in Switzerland because he said I would learn French and German and Italian. During the summers I stayed with families of my classmates to improve my language skills and Mom and Dad visited me often. When I got...
I GROWING UP YOUNG I liked Herb and Lianne--him for his smooth reserve and pride in his wife's charms, her for her interest in others and her broad humor, and both for their mature beauty and abundant sexual energy. Angela and I look forward to their company on future occasions. Although we are young, my step-sister and I have had some unusual experiences...
SESSION I The recurring dream was disturbing, not because of its content, but because it reinforced my deepening sense that I was losing control. It was the same theme, and always involved a masked stranger who was sexually abusing me while I was tied to the bed. This morning I found the sheets stained, and my inner thighs were covered with a thin film of m...
"Ugh! Look at what she did Jackson! This is all your fault!" I could hardly believe the nerve of the immature rogue. "Well James, it probably wouldn't have happened if you hadn't interrupted." "Oh I am so sincerely sorry that you couldn't fuck your trashy girlfriend. Has she been tested for STD's? You might want to take her to the pound. They're good at...
"Ugh! Look at what she did Jackson! This is all your fault!" I could hardly believe the nerve of the immature rogue. "Well James, it probably wouldn't have happened if you hadn't interrupted." "Oh I am so sincerely sorry that you couldn't fuck your trashy girlfriend. Has she been tested for STD's? You might want to take her to the pound. They're good at t...
Did you ever have something happen to you that was so unbelievable in not only how it happened but that it happened at all? Something that when you look back upon it you still find it difficult to believe and if it weren't you that it happened to you wouldn't believe it? Well, this is one of those stories. Occasionally in New England you'll get a hot day in...
I've had a rough life in high school. Well, rough isn't exactly the word, uneventful seems more fitting. No one actively disliked me, nor did anyone actively had any interest in me, apart from a handful just as uneventful and awkward friends. I graduated as a kissless virgin, even though the female sex had more than piqued my interested, although this intere...
We had just finished the last workout before tryouts, and I wasn't sure whether I had done enough to impress the coach. Maybe a little kissing up was in order? It was August, and I was one of dozens of incoming freshmen trying out for Big State's cheerleading squad. I had been the captain of my high school squad, and cheerleading was the highlight of my high...