This is the very first chapter in the supposed to be series. No sex in here, just character and plot development. If you think this has potential...please let me know!! ***** Because days and nights merge together when the mind wanders aimless, even a small change is welcome. It is not the change itself though that brings the much needed flicker of excite...
TCS Once upon a time isn't that how all stories start. In a far away land of New England there lived a young legal aged very naïve college girl slender with startling green eyes, long brown hair. One day she was hiking with a friend and had a sense of déjà vu looking down at a men's college from the hill. Years later, one night, she went to a nearby mostly...
Well, this is the finale. I could tell other stories. There was the young marine who fucked me six times one day, thus becoming the hardest man I ever knew. Another man and I jacked each other off on a crowded dance floor. (I wrapped my panties around his penis to catch his sperm and then dropped the panties into a potted plant.) I have never had sex in an a...
The village of Ashes Hollow, deep in the English countryside, was infamous at this time of year. Not for the usual reasons, of dressing up as vampires, zombies or creatures of the night, not for children's party games or trick or treat, but for something altogether more sinister. Something happened in Ashes Hollow each Halloween, and try as they might, no on...
Last week I got an unwelcome call from Mrs. Giggles, one of them I receive periodically. "George," she ordered me in her whiny, nasal voice. "I'm horny again. Bring yourself and four other authors over to take care of it. Be sure you bring that sexy Raven; you know how much I want to eat her hot little cunt." "Yes, Mrs. Giggles." Because of her prominence a...
CHAPTER FOUR -- MORE OF THE OTHER GIRLS Author's note: Based on reader feedback and requests, I decided to write a series of stories that are based on women that I have had sex with in the course of my lifetime. This period would normally cover my high school senior year 1959 and the years in the Marine Corps (1959-1963) up to the current day. I will not co...
Avengers Tower was presumptuously named, as only one Avenger lived there currently and his other place had been blown up by terrorists. Inside, in one of the suite of rooms lined up in a row like a millionaire's idea of a college dorm (which they were), Tony's Sure-Fire Hit Make-Out Mix stopped in the middle of a particularly good Boyz II Men ballad. "Pepp...
I stood alone at the Detroit airport, a thousand miles away from home, waiting for a man I'd never met, but in whom I'd invested so much of myself over the last six months. I felt as if my whole future was riding on this meeting; like all my years of searching, all my hopes and dreams were wound up in this moment. I wanted so much for Colin to be right for m...
"Do you think centaurs are real?" "Gee, Christoph, I don't know," came the terse reply from his back. "But if they aren't, then I don't know what the hell I'm doing up here!" Lounging atop her pack where it was strapped across his back, Krank blew a raspberry at what she viewed as a stupid question. She was up there, instead of hanging from the straps tha...
(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who the...