My boo is Haitian, and he's totally more chill and relaxed than the Somali and Arab guys I previously dated. He doesn't boss me around, criticize the way I dress or hassle me over tradition and other such nonsense. Even though we're from different cultures and faiths, or perhaps because of that, my Raymond and I get along wonderfully. My name is Zarah Hussei...
(for those from less advanced cultural meccas: that's Klamath Union High School in Southern Oregon, USA) 1.) In freshman year, I went out for track and joined the long distance team. I did this because I wasn't very fast and really just did it for fitness and to see pretty girls in their track outfits. One day, I just didn't want to do the 5 mile run so I...
The blare of the alarm clock woke her from her sleep, yet failed to elicit any movement from under the mass of sheets and blankets. That was accomplished a few minutes later by the soft yet persistent urgings of her bladder that slowly caused the figure to rise from the tangled bedding and stretch. Danny Parker yawned as her back popped with the strain of su...
Note: Trying something new that's been in my head for a while. I am still working on Ch. 4 and two other projects I hope to have thru the summer. Tell me what you think. I would love feedback to improve my writing skills. Enjoy. ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT Penelope Matthias sits in her office reading documents that has been placed in front of her all day or left in...
Chapter Four: "The Rest of the Story" It was the morning of graduation, a Saturday. Silva was upstairs getting ready for the day. Jessie and Jenny were seated at the dining table. Jessie says, "I'm so proud of you Mom. You did it! And you're at the up of your class." Jenny smiled. Jessie goes on, "I've been thinking about the future." "Oh, this shou...
My name is Jennifer, and this is a completely true story. The events told actually happened. This story took place in the year 2008, which is the year I graduated from high school and moved away for college. I was tremendously nervous about moving away from home but I felt ready for the fun that awaited me at college. Little did I know, how much fun I would...
Nervous, little slut? Of course you are. It's your first day at Mistress K's Slutschool and you have so much to learn to even hope to catch up with the bigger, stronger, more experienced boysluts. Well, luckily for you, it's my job to teach little sluts like you how to behave. How to show proper subservience to your betters. Take a seat on that stool there...
(Bill and Pam are having a *discussion* about the state of their marriage.) Pam screamed at her husband, Bill. "WHAT? You're fucking my sister?" "Yup, I am. Have been for several years." "YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH." Bill retorted: "JUST A GODDAM MINUTE. I know you've been fucking Ralph down the block for years - even before we got married." "That's different....
This story takes place in the Westville High series created by Zaxxon. He's been most gracious to allow me the use of his characters and I want to thank him again for all of his help and ideas for this story. This story takes place between my previous tale "Back To School: Ski Trip" and Zaxxons "Westville High Sluts Ch.1". I recommend you read the Westville...
"Daddy, Daddy!" Cynthia squealed when she spotted him outside of the school. Running late, Bill had just arrived in front of the school. He smiled and waved at his little girl. She ran as quickly as her short legs would carry her, and he reached out and scooped her up in a big hug. "Hey there, ladybug!" He hugged her tightly, swinging her in circles. "I'm so...