When you're a boy named Kourtney, growing up necessitates you go by a nickname merely to survive. For the first fourteen years of his life, this went well. He got by with everyone calling him by the initials of his first and middle name. When sex education began, and all his peers became hyper aware of all things sex, suddenly that went from his name to an i...
Vijaya lay snuggled in Uday's arms, her skin sliding gently against his as he breathed. He was sleeping peacefully, for once, because of his recent treatment. Adding to his relaxed state was the strenuous lovemaking he and Vijaya had just indulged in. Vijaya, on the other hand, was wide awake, her mind endlessly circling, giving her no peace and over and ove...
Jersey Central Railroad Station, Jersey City, New Jersey, 9:55 Am. on Friday, the 26th of August 1947: My family and I had arrived at the station on the Leigh Valley's last morning commuter at 8:59 Am., riding from South Plainfield. I'm Josef von Franz, nineteen years old, graduated Summa cum Laude from Bound Brook High School and an All State Football Runn...
Greg and I enjoyed each other for the remainder of that term. Unfortunately he changed colleges the following term as his parents thought that he was under achieving. I wonder why? After Greg left, I had plenty of time before the next term began, to reflect on how I was feeling, both as a person and as a middle aged woman who had just enjoyed a very torrid...
(FF) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** Sharon had officially had enough. She winced as Daisy changed the station on her radio without asking. Her Radio! And changed it to a country station of all things. It was bad enough that the college had stuck her wit...
I must thank Techsan and my Lady Cibelle for their patience, proof reading and editing skills. But I must also add, as I can't leave a story alone, I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. That should keep the GPs happy at least. Chapter 4: Crying Time Again On the way back home I stopped over in San Francisc...
The head secretary at Lakeville High School, Cindy Morgan, had been bugging Bret for months to take her sister on a date. But between football season and the tight pussies he'd been involved with lately, he hadn't found the time. To entice the coach further, Cindy finally brought in a photo of her sister, Kara. That's all it took. It was a picture of the two...
This is my first story for public consumption. If I get favorable feedback, I have others. I would like to thank volunteer editors Writerscan, Fast Flash, and Woodman for their help. Part 1...Like a Splinter It all started after my senior year in High School. I had graduated in the top fifth of my class and scored well on the SATs. I was enjoying a carefr...
Acknowledgment: It would be delinquent not to express my appreciation to eluckenbach for altruistically contributing time and editorial expertise. There may be editors that are comparable, but there can be none better. * Dear Reader, As I mentioned in my previous letter, I had been told that the membership of this website were the foremost experts when it...
Quint rode the fence line in the brush. It had been a quiet morning aside from an occasional rabbit, covey of quail, or a stray calf. He had time to think about his time in Afghanistan with constant fear of death, the plight of the poverty stricken farmers, the treachery of the Taliban, and how it different it was from the relative peace and quiet of the Tex...