I have found this website, to which to post my 'confessions'. Why do I bother? Perhaps as a catharsis, an emotional cleansing. I have sinned, grievously. Might I yet find redemption? – Erica H. Journal Entry 07/17/02 Mine is a story told a thousand times before. Why, then, do I bother even writing? Perhaps because it happened to me, something I would not h...
Chapter One "Honey, does this outfit make me look fat?" Inwardly, Mike groaned---not again. Mike loved his wife dearly, but she had a few faults that drove him nuts. Trying on clothes in front of him and needlessly worrying about her weight were at the top of the wife annoyance list. To be fair, when he first courted Liz, the clothes bit was quite excitin...
"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...
I lay back on a big relaxing soft pile of thick luxurious Arabic pillows, overstuffed and with embroidered velvet covers, ornate golden tassels on the corners. There were many more such big rich pillows all over the floor of the room, and even some big piles of them piled up to the low eight-foot ceiling. The ceiling had luxurious deep-shag Arabic rugs hangi...
Early morning in Wyoming Diane smiled as she felt the crisp mountain air as she stopped at the coffee shop… Diane Sophie spoke I haven’t seen you in years the woman behind the counter spoke… Sophie Morris… its Taylor now… Sophie Taylor look at you damn who would have thought the mouse of our high school… Sophie please… hey don’t worry I am not like I used to...
Note from Author: I know you're an incredibly busy guy (or girl!) and that's why I wrote this quick sexy story! This 7 minute read starts in media res and ends with an explosive finish. It is a supplemental story to "May I See You After Class" but can also be enjoyed thoroughly on its own. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age a...
When I awoke, only Harmony was still in bed with me. I smelled bacon frying in the kitchen, and guessed that Melody was making breakfast. But I found a note in Melody's place on the bed. Good morning. I give you permission. - M I looked over at Harmony, still nude on my left. Her young, teenage body really was amazing. Melody's body was perfect, but I ima...
Please be sure and vote as well as send constructive feedback. Many thanks. Part 1 "Glen, come upstairs after we close, please. I need to talk to you," said Rosemary – under her breath, yet pointedly – as she passed behind me. She was the second-in-command, behind the owner, of the drug store where I worked to support myself as a 20-year-old, pre-med, soph...
"What do you mean no?" Carla frowned. "I meant... no. Do I really need to explain the concept of no to you?" Jordan asked dryly. Carla glared, "You have plenty of slaves." "Your point being?" Jordan asked with disinterest. "My point is why would you want to keep Elliot..." Carla said more as a statement than a question, her mind briefly searching for an...
If you have not followed the story so far (see Twin Summer Ch 07), we are bunch of 18 year old's about to leave school and currently on a Duke of Edinburgh Camping trip in beautiful Dorset. * Early to bed and early to rise is the order of the day when you go camping. The flaps of the tent were still open when I awoke naked in a tangle of limbs, the summer...