*The stillness of a pond rarely betrays its depths* (Noxii -- the hurtful ones (Latin); was the term used for Roman gladiators put into the arena without training to die for the crowd's amusement) (The Committee of Public Safety wasn't a committee and didn't keep people safe) (This story is ridiculous -- It would never happen; parents and law enforcement...
A.N. Okay everyone, we begin Act 2 of The Lost Boy! I hope you all enjoy, and I hope you like the direction we're going. More to come! Also, if you guys are familiar with my work especially with The Lost Boy, you'll probably notice that I throw in little references to some of my favorite artists works. There's a character in here who was inspired by one...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of these over 18 year old characters or situations in this story to anything real is purely random chance. The seed of inspiration for this story came from reading a couple of other stories with similar themes that melded nicely with my own recollections of daydreams and wishful thinking about the assembled array...
This is a story of fiction. Bob and I wanted to write something a little longer that would include some of our fantasies. We both had input into this. It took this long to put it down because, being our fantasies, we had to take many breaks to work off the 'tension' of writing. Enjoy, Ellen Tim had always wondered what it was like to be a girl. He, of co...
I picked her up at the apartment that she shared with two other girls and we went out for dinner, drinks and dancing. She seemed a little nervous when she got into the car and I put it down to the fact that this was the first time I had picked her up instead of meeting her some place. I got the feeling that from the way she was acting that she was afraid of...
Two weeks after her 18th Birthday Carmellita was walking home from the most glorious day of school in her life in the brisk November sunshine. Then Carmellita saw the lavender limo and her heart sank. It had been a very good day so far. But this would end that part of it. Carmelilita never got called into the office, but when the call came to her home room...
Thanks to MissZ. Your editing skills and ideas are a tremendous help. Catholic School Mom's – The Basketball Season Kate O'Brien is an incredible kisser. She has her arms draped over my shoulders. She's hugging her freely hanging C-cup breasts into my right side and grinding her well-fucked pussy against my thigh. I can feel her wet pussy lips dripping int...
This is a tale from my younger days, when I was in the 6th form. I was 18 and studying my second year at Advanced or 'A' level. I was studying English, Chemistry and PE, so I kept in shape, both physically and mentally. For the courses we did, there were three teachers in every subject, but each particular subject was taught by a combination of two of these...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** (This story was one I wrote and posted on Halloween. It's a bit more gruesome than my other works as a result.) *** Intro Carl had always been different, he was a quiet somewhat effeminate looking boy, taking mainly after his mother. From an early age he had loved playi...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...