[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; STORIES HAVE A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED; HERE BE DRAGONS] [Elements of incest are touched upon but are not integral to the story plot.] * "You DO understand me, don't you, I? I am saying that you are a no account bum that will never amount to anything. You cert...
The store was packed but he'd gotten everything he needed. It was a race for the local eggs and best oranges but she'd specified and he didn't dare disappoint. He'd nearly been killed riding his bike to the bottom of the hill but made it by 9. Skidding to a stop he'd pushed the bike into the bushes and ran up the stairs. She lived in an old Victorian, rentin...
"So was the other night your first time swapping?" Milford quietly inquired as he drove toward his home. "Um, yeah, I guess so. I mean, we swapped with the Persons a couple times before the other night." Margie freely admitted. "How did you find them? I mean, as opposed to having sex with your husband?" Um, I'd have to say I found the variety of taste......
You open your mailbox and look inside. The only thing there is a yellow slip of paper, left by the postman. "Package Pickup," it says. There is a check mark in the box beside the line that says, "Package too large." "I'm not expecting any packages." you say out loud. There's nobody around to hear you but you don't care. You double check the name and address...
The fan circles slowly, blowing cool air across my body, where the sheet did not cling to my moist skin. He lay next to me, his chest rising and falling slowly. He is so beautiful in the moonlight, the little tufts of his chest hair silhouetted in pale blue where they poke out from beneath the sheet. He seems so soft and peaceful now, so happy. The sweat fro...
Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Dad's Friend I have met many of my parents' friends in my life. Some have even babysat me. One in particular was, at the time, Mrs. Crenshaw, Darla is her first name. When I was little I liked hugging into her body. She was soft and cuddly. She read me stories, taught me cooking, and taught me the piano. I'm only good at the basics. O...
Stan quietly turned in his gear and clocked out as the first rays of dawn filtered through the dusty windows of the security office. The screen door slammed abruptly as he left with the same squeaky harshness he'd grown accustomed too over his short tenure, triggering a soul sourced sigh of relief. The brick two-story structure with mesh covered windows wher...
Ogg looked over at the setting sun and realized that he was horny. At least that's what he thought it was, he didn't really know as this was 64 million BC, and to his knowledge, digital clocks hadn't been invented yet. Ogg looked for something to hump; all that he really wanted was something so that he could have a little release. He went over to a tree and...
My hand in yours I lead you to the bedroom. I turn you around and press your back against the wall. It is the only wall in the room without artwork hanging on it. My hands find your hands and our fingers lace together, my lips find your lips and our tongues taste each other. I kiss all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your chin. I ask you to close...
Part 2—Keith It had not been intentional on Judith's part; it had not been carefully planned but even so, later that morning, there in her kitchen, clad in his weekend short sleeved shirt and jeans, talking to her as she made coffee, was Keith, not Gary. They had met coming back from the corner shop and it had followed when Judith had suggested coffee that...