I've been feeling guilty, so please consider this my anonymous online confession. I am just trying to 'purge' myself of my sins, if you will. You see, I've done a cruel thing to a rather innocent guy. (Actually, my friend Becky helped me do it, but I admit that it was my idea!) We did it to him together. Just think: Right now that poor sap is at home, hopel...
Let's go camping! Few statements in life are more capable than invoking the "flee or fight" response in people that those three words, "Let's go camping." Some people love it, and some hate it. I've been a dedicated camper for most of my life. I was lucky; I grew up with a father who knew how to camp. I'll take a week of camping over any other style of vac...
There is more than one genre that this tale would fit into. I chose novels and novellas because the real story is about people, their interaction with each other and their lives and times. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. As usual constructive comments and emails are much appreciated and welcome. ******************** James Ambrose Randal was t...
It was hot, the hottest summer I can remember and the result was everyone around me seemed cranky and restless. My friend Cathy had insisted I join her and a group of her friends from her dance class on a camping trip by a river up in the mountains. I didn't have any other plans and a respite from the incessant heat would be most welcome. Friday morning ca...
Note: though I do refer to some of the characters as "children," all of the characters in this story are over 18. "Goddammit Sam! Can you stop that!" Paul Archer has had enough. Every time he or his wife Claudia needs to find one of their children, they always wind up walking in on them masturbating. Whether it's Jeremy jerking off into h...
There I was lying in bed in camp, again. At least as a I supervisor I was only forced to share with three others. They gave us a room with six bunks for the four of us. From the onset we shifted the furniture around in order give ourselves some extra space, with a few extra boards and some sheets we rigged up little rooms. It was a group of grown men making...
August 1 Dear Marilyn, Here I am at Summer Band Camp, and it looks like a really bitchin' place. There are some real hunks here, especially one guy who plays the saxophone. I saw him pucker up his lips to start playing, and I imagined him kissing me, first on the mouth and then on my boobs and then working his way down to my pussy. Gosh, I get horny just t...
You wake up, exited for the big day, but also worried about what you bully has in store for you. *Side note: This story is public, please feel free to add any chapters or storylines that you want.What's next? Last day of school! (Female bully) Sleep away camp (group of bullies) What's next? Last day of school! (Female bully) Sleep away camp (group of bul...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. * They raced through the forest, across the fall of dead leaves, grass, and pine needles, the aroma of pine needles filling their nostrils. The black convict ran first, his face burnished with sweat; the other convict, white, cast furtive glances over his shoulder. They wore the wet flannel stripes of convicts. "How far to the...
In this third segment a new female protagonist is introduced. She's occasionally referred to as a child. The author categorically states if the character came to Earth from The Known World modern science would prove she has lived a minimum of 18 years (or as the inhabitants of The Known World would say: "What is a year?") They have a different concept of tim...