I didn't always know what I am. But I always knew I was different from the people I lived amongst. I grew up in an orphanage, an outcast by outcasts. Then when I was in junior high I was adopted by kind parents, but even they did not quite know what to do with me. I often woke in the night from nightmares I could never remember, and sometimes in the midst of...
How it all began. It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said "the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars" to which I replied "No... The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasi...
Chapter 11 - A very serious commitment Lisa decided to rinse off and brush her teeth before settling on her cot for the night. She showered as quietly as possible to avoid waking the other pledges, shaved her armpits, legs, and pelvis, and finally brushed her teeth as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was tired, but apart from that she felt that...
Ever since I was young I had a feeling I was going to be famous. So I started writing a diary at a very young age. Now it's time to write my anonymous erotic short story. I grew up a happy sassy toe head, in a small northwest logging town. We moved there as I entered the third grade. Everyone knows your business in this small town. My parents were very acti...
“Happy birthday to me.” Samantha Baxter sighs at her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror. It is Halloween, and her birthday, but she is stuck at work at the museum chaperoning a bunch of middle aged men gathering to play Dungeon & Dragons; thrilling. Not that she minds old style pen & paper role playing games; in fact it is one of her favorite hob...
I'm not going to go into every detail of my life, looks, wants, or needs because – simply put – most of it isn't important. I'm a "just the facts ma'am" guy so forget the window dressing. While my story revolves around what I always refer to as "The Event," there is some background necessary so that the average reader will perceive this story to be more li...
"Hello Ms. Learner." That voice, one that had been in countless fantasies when I was a bespectacled, brainy and horny teenager, caught me so off guard that I nearly dropped the punch I was holding. It was my ten-year high school reunion, held in the ballroom of the same hotel we had had our Senior Prom. I only came to show certain members of my class that e...
Note: This story is non-erotic. * This summer was a pleasant reminder of my childhood. Although London is over three thousand miles away from the small Southern town in which I grew up over thirty years ago, I was reminded of that different place and time each day as I walked to the nursery to pick up my three year old daughter. It was the plethora of blac...
Ch 05. Jean and Suzie: Jean knew she was overweight. She also knew it was not really her fault, as she had been a chubby baby, doted on by her prosperous and well-fed parents, so her appreciation of food was built into her genes. It was just as well she had signed a prenup before marrying, as her cheating husband had gone off with that skinny secretary of h...
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. * Allison dreamed hail fell from the sky. She could hear it against the glass like one person slowly applauding. Clap. Clap, clap. Good job. The weather didn't seem to be sarcastic. She turned over and sniffled a sinus thing. The hail noise woke her up. It was real. The pane was cool to her hand. Below on...