This is what I'm hoping college will be like when I start, minus the cheating. I would never cheat on my gf, but it seemed to flow with the story, so I decided to include it. All characters are based on people I know, with accurate descriptions and real first names and nicknames. This is 100% fiction. * College so far had been very uneventful. I was a fre...
Another night in this dreadful town. Sometimes I wonder why I came here in the first place. My name is James Bien-Aime. I was born and raised in the town of Newton, Massachusetts. In September 2010, I had the world on a string. I was a freshman at Boston College and life was good. I had everything in the palm of my hand. I was a second-string quarterback on...
Having just turned 18 the world seemed to have opened up for me...I closed my eyes and took a deep breath feeling the headless rush of being so swept away in what I was seeing and feeling that I almost didn't recognize my own body. My eyes had closed as Id tried to process all of the sensations coursing through me. It was an electric jolt that went through...
It was a sunny day and Shaunny McIntyre was really excited. Simply a perfect day, the weather was just great and what's most important was that at long last she was finally to be reunited with her long-lost twin brother, Shane, who had been separated from her and mother since her mother's divorce some fourteen years back. Her father had won custody of Shan...
It seemed the longest day of my life. The entire school day was a warm, dreamy blur of unregistered conversations with friends, sternly repeated, "Did you hear the question, Mr. Sandborn?" from teachers, and "Get your head oucha ass and watch where you steppin," from guys, and some gals, big enough to put a serious hurt on me, as I dream walked from class to...
"Mochas. Muffins." Oz held out a white bag and a carrier with two travel cups. Willow still held the front door open, she'd been prepared to walk to school when she almost ran into him. His finger was still poised to ring the doorbell. "Uh-huh. What are they doing on my front porch? With you?" She smiled, bewildered at his behavior. "Well, there's this thi...
I stripped off my usual professional clothing and stood before the full-length hotel mirror in my bikini panties and spikes. It felt great to get that damn bra off and let my tits loose. I was 36-D and as I looked at myself in the mirror there were the usual red marks on my shoulders, the badge of a hard days work for my bra, holding those heavy things up. I...
Part 2 JOURNAL OF MARK PARKER I awoke the next morning with the same problem that had plagued me the last few days. I could feel the dried, crusty . . . well, let's just say I released in the middle of the night again. Nighttime Emissions, I think is what they called it in health class. I pealed my shorts off, threw them on my "laundry pile of shame", pu...
When Molly Evans started working for Johnson Homes, she was married to Gary Evans, who worked for the Great Southern Banks. That was five years ago. Now, Molly was newly divorced. Gary was always so prim and proper. Not a hair was out of place. He would push her away before he left for work so as to not get her lipstick or powder on his clothes. As you might...
At the end of the day, on the way home, I decided that after such a long hard work week, I needed to relieve myself. With so many difficult days in the office, I was glad it was Friday. As soon as got in the front door of my apartment, I called a couple of my buddies and said we were meeting at the bar for a few drinks. And quickly our plans for the night we...