It was so difficult to even sit next to him. I haven't seen him for over a year and a half, but it still bothered me. Our frequent bus rides were more than transportation; they were an intimate experience that I will never forget. The first time we met, it was on the 67, the bus that went from A to B, destinations don't matter. Waiting at the stop in the wa...
Apparently my first story didn't go over so hot. To those of you who favorited or followed, or gave at least 4 stars, you rock. However, I didn't get any comments with the 1 stars that immediately dragged my first story down right out of the gates, so I don't really know why I got low scores from these people. I probably came at least a dozen or so times wri...
I was a different sort of person I knew that. During high school I was teased for being so feminine. I got my pants yanked down in the locker room once so everyone could make sure I was a guy. Some of the girls I dated called me sissy when I wasn't interested in them anymore. I found out that they weren't wrong in my final year of high school. I had to catch...
"This was going to be fun," I said as I walked out the school. A tanned Brazilian-type with longer blonde hair, Jorge was a cute boy who reminded me of my first boyfriend in high school. I was eighteen in my fifth year, he was twenty in his seventh (still in high school after constantly failing classes), and actually, calling him my boyfriend would be a st...
"Everybody sit down, I have to get a final count!" Mr. Paul was saying to the rowdy high school fans and cheerleaders on the bus. The poor chaperone was trying to gain some control over this group of rowdy students. The basketball team bus left over an hour ago. Now he was the only adult supervising the cheerleaders and all the fans that paid to get a ride...
The school bus stop, down the street from our home, has more parents than pupils waiting for the bus. I'm amazed--they're mostly men, too. Every school day, one particular mom parks her car in front of our house. We sit on the high-side of the street, and I have a great bird's-eye view into her car. This M.I.L.F. is an eye-catcher--petite with perky breasts,...
Chapter 6-The Companion Zoe awoke the next morning not remembering when or how she had fallen asleep. Glancing at her alarm clock she noted the time being thirty minutes after six o'clock in the morning. Even with a rudimentary estimation she deduced that she had slept for a minimum of thirteen hours. Usually when one sleeps for over half of an entire day t...
"There are many perks in my senior position..." After Dane and I made rough love hours ago, I couldn't help but feel excited and strangely relieved after those passionate words drooled from my lips: I love you. As his sphincter stretched so lovingly to take my body into his, I was left in awe and amazement. He was bottling up such fervent sexual energy that...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * I woke up Friday morning with Brandi cuddling next to me and Mary Jo nowhere to be found. Brandi kissed my ear and whispered, "Mary Jo wants to have tomorrow with you all alone. I asked her last night if you and I can have today. That is if you want me." Things were strange between u...
I hunched my coat up as the rain drizzled down. I was waiting at the bus stop, waiting for the 28, the one I had caught when I was younger. Everything reminded me of my childhood (although it was only 5 years since I had caught the bus home after school or whatever, it had been almost 10 on this bus because we had moved). The streets looked the same, everyth...