Harry Potter hunch over his wooden desk in his aunt and uncle's house. He sat in the smallest bedroom of the Dursleys home, adding the last ingredients to his silver cauldron. Harry's little monster inside been wanting to see his best friend, Ron, little sister naked for a long time. He held a few small locks of Ginny red hair in his hand. Ready to drop it d...
((( NOTE: I don't own any harry potter, also this story was on Choose your own change, but was removed in 2009, so i thought to post it here, also i will be adding more that what was posted before**, All characters in this story are at least 18 years old)** Harry's nose twitched as the first hint of the smell hit him. Ron smelt it next, "Oh my God"...
~~~ This was not smart. But it was either this or find myself stranded on the side of the highway, halfway to Chicago. You'd think a once leading pharmaceutical liaison would be able to afford a new car, but that's simply not in the budget right now. Not if I ever plan to buy a house. So, my bright idea? Park my almost extinct, Dodge Neon in the lot of the...
This is the story of how, as a man of 63, desperate and bereft after my wife died, I was eventually was solicited by and paid our 22-year old neighbor for sex. It's a story that in some ways is pathetic, but to me it's also erotic. I'll tell you right now that I came to love her, even though I don't think she ever loved me. She had affection for me, and I th...
**** (All characters in this fictional work and in oncoming continuation of said work are at least 18 years of age) **** They can't understand._ Maybe they do not want to understand. Yet you don't deem it much as something you should care about. Sure, you have neither seen nor exchanged anything besides a few 3-words-long text messages with your friends an...
~~~ This was not smart. But it was either this or find myself stranded on the side of the highway, halfway to Chicago. You'd think a once leading pharmaceutical liaison would be able to afford a new car, but that's simply not in the budget right now. Not if I ever plan to buy a house. So, my bright idea? Park my almost extinct, Dodge Neon in the lot of the...
I pulled on an oversized gray and red flannel shirt and baggy blue jeans. I stared at myself in the mirror but couldn't recognize the woman looking back at me. My reflection wore familiar clothing, stuff I wore when I was home on the weekends. The clothes hid my body and my scars, but they didn't hide the person I'd become in Cantana. That scared-to-make-a-m...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and...
"Children," Professor Barnes intoned, "Andrew Wyeth once said, 'I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious.' Can anyone tell me what that means? Yes, Mr. Kadesky." "Creativity lives in the subconscious. Through the leaks and cracks in our conscious, connections are made that allow our creativity to emerge. The more por...
December 28th Throwing on my 2-day old clothes, I casted a glare over at my now girl... cat... girlfriend, whatever, as she was adjusting the necklace that I gave her for Christmas, while smugly looking in the mirror. I knew she was feeling pretty proud of herself for finally nailing me. I briefly wondered if this was how a hot, hard to get, high school ch...