This is it! Welcome to Part One of The Florida Trip. This is intended as a direct sequel to my previous Trip series, The Baseball Trip. Think of this as The Baseball Trip: Season Two. You don't have to read the original story to get what's going on here, but it'll definitely help. Everyone is over the age of 18. 6 months later It was the coldest winter I c...
I wrote down how it came to one of the hottest experiences my wife and I ever had. Much of this story is based on reality, but I embellished it here and there, and then some details are a product of my phantasy, although they easily could have happened this way. I'm Dave, and this is about events that happened to Bridget and myself a little more than 2 yea...
This story is based on a girl my youngest sister grew up with. I have changed the town and people's names, otherwise it's fairly accurate. * Mom and I sat at the kitchen table looking out the window as the girl next door trudged off to school. She had recently turned 18, wearing baggy pants, combat boots and a flannel shirt buttoned up to the neck. No make...
Disclaimer: Welcome to chapter 4 of The Square Peg. This story contains a relationship between a mtf and a ftm. Things don't always go perfectly. If you haven't read the previous chapters, much of this won't make sense. For story telling purposes, when Kevin and Andrea are alone, they think of each other as Vonnie and Drew, and pronouns change accordingly....
Marcie's First Handjob The two girls were leaving the auditorium following a rehearsal for the Fall concert the University held every October. Laura decided to tease Marcie as it was almost her favorite pastime other than sexual activity. "So technically you're still a virgin, right, Marcie?" "What do you mean technically?" Laura laughed and said, "I mea...
Eddie was anything but a master of the English language but his personal take on my erotic reverie about Donna and Anna as the same person had powerful implications to me. Sylvia had told me that Donna was falling in love with me and Donna herself, while acknowledging our short dating history, said that 'the heart knows what the heart knows'. Now my analytic...
That night... that night, she ran upstairs, dressed, grabbed some things and made her way out the back door ignoring my shouts asking where she was going. She stopped and turned to me as she got into her Jeep, a look of pure terror on her face. Without a word she got in and spun the tires and left in a small puff of dust and thrown gravel. The strain her l...
Day 01: Mystique's Experience I have been writing erotica for a long time and I understand the best way to proceed is to jump right into the sexy stuff right away. However, this is a true story, and a basis must be established to understand what follows. If you bear with me through the first several "basis" paragraphs, the balance of the story should be its...
Fuck it was hot. Two hours earlier, when I'd stopped at a town whose claim to fame was it had a lot of verandahs, it was 45 degrees celsius. Forty five fucking degrees. For those yet to embrace the simplicity and logic of the metric system, it was 113 degrees fahrenheit. In either system and in any language, it was hot. The sun was beating down with su...
Chapter Three Mathew "I'm fucking serious, man!" Matt said. "There's some weird shit going on in my neighborhood!" The other two valets, who were much younger than Matt's thirty-five years, glanced at one another. One of them smirked and barely held back his sniggers. "Oh, fuck the both of you!" Matt muttered, as he snatched up the set of car keys sittin...