as told to BrettJ © 2006 * November 15 Wow! I'm eighteen today, and so far, it's been a really great day. Mom and Dad let me skip school, my friends are coming over later for a party and my sis sent me this great, leather-bound journal to write in. I hope I'll have a lot to put down in here, I think it's going to be a great year! November 16 The party l...
My name is Chris Miller i am an up and coming shooting guard playing as the star player on the St. Varances college basketball team. I am no doubt going to be in the big leagues, i always make sure to play good defense, make good passes, make good plays. I led my team to the college league playoffs and now we are in the finals, If i win this i will be sure...
Andy Briar was sitting in his local library doing research for his A level English essay. His thesis was on corporal punishment in British schools post war to 1987. Andy was eighteen years old and lived a quiet life with his parents in the university town of Uxbridge, Greater London. He was a studious boy and didn't have many male friends. He was five feet...
This is a fictional story about a suburban Chicago couple who drift away from each other sexually only to find themselves again. The story contains straight sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, anal sex, non-consent / reluctant sex, gay sex, lesbian sex and bisexuality. It also involves sex between adults and teenagers but all characters are 18 years of age or older....
**AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS A TRUE STORY, THOUGH SOME PARTS HAVE BEEN EMBELLISHED A BIT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND OVER** * * * * * I was the new girl and had only been in town for a matter of days when I met Dana. We went to the same school and lived close to each other. Dana was probably one of the sluttiest girls I had ever known. She constantly wore sho...
All characters mentioned in the story are over 18 years of age. ************ I jog down the corridor, my heavy backpack banging painfully against my hipbone. It's eight fifteen. Late. Again. Why am I always late? I ask myself as I approach the door to the classroom and hastily swing it open. Still out of breath, I am greeted by the calm face of my Englis...
It was an incredible weekend... an astounding two days. An ad in the paper at the Waffle House about a room for rent had peaked my interest, I don't know why. The woman on the phone (Claire Moore) had an incredibly sexy voice that compelled me to meet her. And there I was moving into a house with a lonely married woman whose husband was out of the country...
Author's Note: This is my very first submission to Literotica.com! Please be gentle with me! I have read a lot of stories on this site and I have always felt there was something missing from them. They either went too fast, didn't have enough detail, or was unrealistic. It is a non-human story about a boy who is a werewolf in high school. He is in love with...
I grew up in the outskirts on a medium sized city in the UK. We weren't poor or rich, just a solidly middle class English family. Education was really important to my parents and my sister and I both went to a local Grammar school (what would be called a magnet school in the US). One of my sister's friends was a beautiful Indian girl called Preeya. She had a...
Bianca waited, crossing and uncrossing her legs; the cool tug of the leather chair softly pulling at the skin of her thighs. The room engulfed her. Her plaid skirt was too short to allow her to sit back, so she perched at the edge of the chair, her legs swinging back and forth, her pendulous white socks reminding her of when she was a little girl. The room w...