XXIIIThe Good of the CountryOlive2082 Emily was kneeling in front of the screen and staring intently at the high definition images which were her only escape from drab and dirty real life. The television was by far the most valuable of her mother's possessions. She touched the replay symbol on the touchpad which displayed an exact miniature copy of the imag...
You wake up this morning to the sight of your younger sister Sarah pulling your covers off of you. "Get up Doug, you don't want to be late for school." You get dressed for school after Sarah leaves your room. you never mind school that much, you mostly get B's and A's in your classes but given the opportunity you would like to just stay home and wa...
The coach and Tamica spent Saturday night at the cabin and returned to Lakeville Sunday. In an effort to make sure no one suspected a thing, Tamica left more than a couple hours before Bret. He was the hoping that come Monday morning, she would act like Monique had acted a couple weeks earlier: as if nothing had happened over the weekend. He was right. Tami...
It was my senior year in High School. Things were looking good. I was going to be on the honor role. College was a surety! All is well. Both my parents worked as reporters for a nationwide newspaper. My dad came home in November with his big break. A sixth month Africa on-site story about Witchdoctors and their "supposed" cures. The newspaper offered the tr...
July 6th was a Saturday, not just any Saturday, but the greatest one of my short life. The evening started over at my friend Brian’s house. His parents were out of town and Brian had thrown a party to celebrate his birthday and the recent end of the school year. All the hottest chicks in school were there. I spent the night trying to drink away my shynes...
It was never something Jim had thought of in the past and as he worked his way through the two a day football practices in the sweltering Mississippi heat he was in too much misery to think about anything. He had just moved, with his family, from northern Maryland to a sweaty armpit of a town in the middle a state that simply had to be hotter than hell itsel...
"The Rookie" is Part One of the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance. I was physically ready for the big show when I became a teenager, but not mentally. That took more than a few years. I was a late bloomer. The life of a baseball rookie is practice, practice, practice. Me too. My girlfriends an...
By EgmontGrigor2020 Chapter 1 On a warm day, the first month of summer in Australia, Sam Thurston boarded a train and on entering a carriage, glanced at the spotted an attractive woman on the first seat against the bulkhead reading a book. She looked up and stared at him, slightly longer than a casual look, he thought. He was used to that, being tall an...
I am weird. There, I finally said it. My name is Clarice Juanita Samson. I'm a tall, good-looking young black woman. These days, I'm a student at Harmony College, a small private school located in Harmony, Maine. It's a very good school. I selected it among a sea of others because it offered excellent athletic opportunities for both sexes and had an even num...
I knew I wasn't supposed to meet with her ... every intelligent fiber of my body screamed at the decision. But, I couldn't help myself. She was everything a man could want and more ... every carnal desire could be sated, every dream, every fantasy could be fulfilled when in her company. She lived on excess and thrived on unfettered ideas. She loved men. She...