This game began mid August 1981. We kept in touch with Dave and Sandy, the young couple in their thirties, by phone and by mail. I'd written them telling about how much fun the two older couples had been at the pizza bar. Dave was disappointed that he and Sandy missed that pizza party. We'd try a group pizza tit flash again. We decided it would be fun to h...
An experience that I still think about happened when I was 20. The year, I had taken up sports and exercise in a big way. It was my therapy and method for coping with an otherwise crazy time in my life. College was proving to be difficult because of personal issues relating to sex addiction and a seemingly never-ending string of bad relationships, and it all...
Names (other than mine) have been changed The main parties in this story are at least age 18 This occurred in 1984. I was eligible to apply to be a counselor at a summer camp. After the interview process, I was accepted based largely upon being a former camper. I arrived for the trainee orientation session early. I saw her name on the list of staff membe...
II. The lushness of this spot at this time of summer is my addiction, my fetish. Great rains have driven me from under the camp table tarp to tent. If persistent, to the car. But not this bright and sunny day. Dragonflies arrow towards mating and egg laying. Carp jump randomly out of the Keetawnee. Then splash back with the pride of belly flopping children....
The two weeks until the field trip crawled past. Each Monday morning I departed for my work assignment in some far-flung corner of the Idaho wilderness, spending warm sunny days and cool starlit nights in splendid solitude. And each Friday morning, Megan met me in the forestry lab on campus where she sat at the computer terminal beside mine, helping enter th...
The Sierra sun caressed Caleb's face as he watched the torrents of water cascading before him. The roar of the waterfall echoed the cacophony already bouncing around his brain. He stared at the tumbling water, thinking about what had transpired that summer. His life would never be the same. Because of her. Because of what happened. Caleb had taken a job in...
This story, is in no way intended to offend any American Indian Culture. The characters, and the story, are strictly fiction. All rights are reserved. My hopes are that you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote. I'm Jonathon, twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred, and eighty pounds, and my hair, and beard are prematurely grey...
I have not always celebrated Nude Day; in fact I didn't even know it existed until last summer. I will be celebrating it again this year, but perhaps I should begin by telling you what happened on Nude Day last year. It all started on a camping trip last summer, the weekend before Nude Day in fact, yes we were all drinking and it sounded fun at the time, lit...
"...and in conclusion, remember what it means to be a counselor at Camp Wakanaki. The little ones will be coming in tomorrow, so make sure everything around camp is ready by then." John yawned, and couldn't wait to get out of the musky cabin where Leila Saunders, the senior counselor, was giving his final briefing before the kids were expected to arrive. The...
Author's note: This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental. This story was inspired by the song 'Please don't tell me how the story ends' sung by Kris Kristofferson. ******************************* Water dripped gently off the icicles hanging fro...