The following is an actual letter I received from my high school sweetheart after we went to college in separate states. This was around 15 years ago, well before email and PMs and other instant forms of electronic gratification. Back in the good old days when the written word was really written and you hoped to god your yearning letter of passion didn’t end...
*All characters in this story are 18 years old or older* *** The bus sped down the wide-open, two lane highway, trees and brush whipping by outside. Forty year old Dawn Phillips sat in one of the rows toward the front, two seats to herself since what kid would want to sit with one of the trip chaperones. Dawn's son Tim attended Sunfield Academy and it was...
A pure fiction. None of this happened. Just the product of experience, an education and an active imagination. I hope that my creative writing teachers would be proud of the construction and detailed storytelling. I have a feeling that they would be less so about the actual subject and activities contained within the story. Could it happen? Or something ve...
How a knockout eighteen year old becomes obsessed with older men of wealth and power, but especially a lust for men with enormous cocks. Obsession with my red-neck stepdaddies gargantuan cock. After listening to the two black teens talk about how they fucked my stepdaddy and that his massive cock was all they thought about, I was going insane with lust a...
Mike was a plumber. He was a handsome white guy 25 years old, and being a plumber he always liked all this stories about construction workers, carpenters and other working guys coming to the call and fucks some bored housewife occasionally. But, unfortunately, he never get the chance to fuck someone in this circumstances himself. All the calls was boring, th...
CHAPTER 3 Warning: Non consent/ violence. Parker regained consciousness and found herself unable to move her arms or legs. She was draped across a small, low, rough sawhorse. She could see that her arms and wrists were tied to the front of the frame and the tightness around her knees suggested that the same was happening at the back. Her head was yanked ba...
American Airlines flight 292 from LAX to JFK had barely left California airspace when the announcement was made. The pilot kept it nice and vague. Engine trouble. The flight would be making an emergency landing at Phoenix International. Kiernan Shipka had long wondered what the reaction to such an announcement might be. She thought it would be just like in t...
Thomasina: a Story of Transformation, Chapter 3 by frillypanty 3. Saturday girls As indicated in the earlier chapters, this is a fictionalised autobiographical story. As a teen-ager, my older sister and a female cousin (not a second older sister) discovered my addiction to cross dressing and compelled ... encouraged ... assisted me (I didn't need much comp...
Chapter 2: "Oral Invasion" "Da fuck is goin' on in there?" Donk shook his head at the scene visible through Kitty's open bedroom window. The two of them were on the roof outside Kitty's room and were watching the pathetic scene inside. "Fuckin' whiteboy be cryin' like a bee-otch!" Toad chuckled. "Well, damn, yeah, with a little whiteboy babydick like that...
The weekend had finally arrived and although I had enjoyed the little bits of time seeing and hearing about Amber's progress, school had kept me fairly distracted as finals were in full swing. Additionally, I had been taking a few extra shifts at the grocery store to save up a little cash for what was going to be a big surprise for Amber. This weekend would...