She lay, elbow on the bed, head propped on her hand looking down at him. It was impossible, and yet it had happened. Here was the living proof lying beside her and the sperm she could feel in her vagina and the bed redolent of their coupling. He was asleep now and she reached out and touched his light brown hair as if to reassure herself that he really was...
For the purposes of this story, I am unconditionally stipulating that the main protagonists are 18 years old by the time the story begins. There is no question that these fictional individuals were 18 years old at the time this story fictionally took place. *** Our small ski boat thrummed along through the water. I couldn't help but sport a huge grin as we...
Note: This story is the twenty-seventh episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous twenty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stro...
I could hardly believe my luck. Of all the days for my alarm clock to fail to go off it had to be today. I was now sitting in the parking lot of my high school with the bus for my school camping trip probably chugging along the highway. I listened to the rain bounce off of the rooftop of my Honda Accord, I thought about the opportunity I had probably just...
I had done my A-levels and like many of my friends I was still debating whether to head straight to university or take a gap year when the letter arrived. I'd been offered a full scholarship at an American university. I was ecstatic. I'd almost forgotten the audition pieces I'd written for the creative writing course that I was so desperate to do and now I w...
It was county fair time again, and I was approaching the event with definite mixed feelings. Maybe it's true, maybe I am getting to be an old fogey, but for the most part I didn't like the changes I had seen in county fairs over the years. It seemed to me that when I was a kid, the county fair was about seeing who made the best pickles, who grew the biggest...
Chapter 2: Errand of Mercy Author's note: Readers might want to read School's Out before reading this story. Two weeks had passed since Kim Collins's afternoon with her former student Tim. They'd talked for an hour after their love-making, before she drove him home. He'd admitted that he was almost engaged ("'Engaged to be engaged' is the correct term," s...
"Flo met me as I walked home from school and drove to my house to drop off my bag." "You have to keep your uniform on. It's very important," she called as I opened the car door and got out. "I took fifteen minutes to convince my mother I was going back to a friends to study and rejoined Flo in the car which she had parked further along the street, out of...
Here's a story i've been working on, with multiple parts. Any input would be greatly appreciated. Should I finish this story? (Sex stuff after asterisks) ***** My whole life I had always been confident, for the most part. I was fit, smart, charming, I had a pretty big cock, and a girlfriend with a nice fat white ass to slam it against. My life was perfect....
If you caught Beth out of the corner of your eye, you would never think she had only just turned eighteen. You would think she was Victoria's Secret model in her twenties. She was tall and tanned, with shoulder length wavy brown hair, blue eyes that were usually bright with excitement (and maybe some mischief), and a smattering of freckles across her face. S...