My name is Lucas James Plywood. I'm a young black man living in the City of Los Angeles, California. These days, I'm a student at the prestigious Central California College, one of the best private schools in the state of California. Add to that the fact that I basically attend this great school for free and you'll realize why I'm in such a celebrating mood....
My name is Pamela Celine Dudley. My friends call me P.C. No, I'm not always politically correct. By the time you get done with this story, you'll know what I mean. I am a young black woman living in Atlanta, Georgia. My whole life, I've been a big girl. Yeah, I stand five feet eleven inches tall and weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. I'm tall and thick, wi...
Madison Kenny bad been born into what she knew had to be the most boring town in the Country. The tiny town lay an hour South of Lincoln, Nebraska and was notable for its agriculture and its soul-crushing lack of anything else of note. Everything interesting was at least an hour away by car and the only attraction to speak of was the corn maze her family ran...
Three Parts already submitted. Thanks to mikothebaby for her editing magic. +++++ What is worse than having the flu so bad you can barely get out of bed? Not being able to locate the TV remote, when you have the flu so bad you can hardly get out of bed. And what is worse than having the flu so bad you can barely get out of bed, and no TV remote? Hav...
This is my first story on here. Though the events are real, I've put a lot of effort into crafting it into an enjoyable read, and I think it's worth your time. I'd appreciate if you kept your comments kind and constructive so I can improve future stories. This is a "hotwife" story -- though my girlfriend and I aren't actually married yet -- about a girlfri...
Preface Hi, I'm Rachel and this is another installment in my story about my life and what it has been like being burdened with the urge of being an exhibitionist. It is intended to be an insight into the thoughts and actions of a real girl / woman who is a closet and sometimes not so closet exhibitionist. This I fear will be a fairly tame story for some rea...
Fat, white flakes were falling gently from the pre-dawn sky as Tatya arose, the small bits of white looking like the goose down that sometimes leaked from the fine mattress upon which her step mother and step sister slept. For long moments, the young woman stood by the window, shivering in the cold as she watched them fall outside the small cabin, transformi...
I left the cottage and headed for the exam room. I had Maths and English this morning and I was confident that I could do well with both of them. They were my strong suit along with history. It was the languages that were my sore point and they were tomorrow and I would have to do revision for them tonight. I got to the exam room and looked for my seat. Bei...
When Dickinson walked into CID just before shift change in Tuesday, he found Ed McCarley waiting for him in the hallway. "Have a good day off, rook?" McCarley said - in his usual passive-gruff voice. Dickinson smiled when he saw his old FTO, if only because Ed was his favorite cop in the world. "What's up? You look worried." "Maybe because I am. There was...
Thanks to my editor 'larryinseattle' whose input only makes these stories better. ***** As I sat down on the far end of the futon, I memorized every inch of Jessie's gorgeous body. Jessica Ann Wittman was the daughter of the richest and most prominent man in the area around my grandparent's cabin. She and I had met when she was 18 and I was 16. I had als...