Sometimes you find yourself in a position where you have to volunteer to do something. I was in that position right now. What happened was that the Drama department needed some new backdrops for a couple of plays they were putting on. They raised this at the PTA meeting, hoping for the PTA to spend some money buying them. Fat chance. The PTA made Scrooge loo...
Author's Notes: This story is based on true events. I have changed some situations around for a better flow and changed all the names to protect those involved, but that's it. Thanks to those who helped make this a much better read. You know who you are. All participants are 18 or above. ***** "Uni will be rough," my former English teacher had cautioned...
I felt the butterflies as I crested the old familiar hill and saw Elmwood spread out across the prairie. I was still several miles away from my exit on the interstate, but in this part of the country you can see a long way, especially from a high vantage point. For the most part, it was just as I had remembered it. There was the chemical plant on the south...
This is my submission for the Halloween Contest 2020. When reading "Rrrrrrrr" try to imagine a low, guttural purring sound, almost like a deep German "R" sound, coming from the back of the throat. Please remember to vote and comments are welcome. ----- "I won, I won!" thought Lindsey to herself as she ran through the dorm lobby holding an envelope in fr...
"Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" Akemi asked Camilla as she lay down at Camilla's feet. "No, my lord," Camila answered, affecting maidenly modestly. "I mean, my head upon your lap?" Akemi asked. "Ay, my lord," Camilla answered. "Do you think I meant CUNT-ry matters?" Akemi asked. "I think nothing, my lord," Camilla answered, again, affecting bashfulness...
It had been a long time since Mark had visited his old high school. He missed the people, events, and simplicity of it all. He especially missed the drama club, which he had been president of his senior year. So when he was on vacation staying at his parents house for a few weeks, he was excited to visit his old teacher, Mrs. Mary. He just had to wait until...
The ritual began as an act of purification, a self-induced purging. It crescendoed into a morning of raunchy sexual exploration. The morning began just like any ordinary day. Two cups of coffee, interaction with family members, a quick glance at the newspaper, farewells to those leaving for their day's commitments and then the house was still and quiet. I f...
I can't stop these thoughts, Gary realized. They are like parasites eating into my brain. At first, Gary was simply turned on by his wife's extramarital sex with Crue. Passion grew once again between the married couple, more intense than ever. Gary loved the sexy, borderline slutty side of his wife. There was a purity there that had been missing for so long...
She woke from a dream, remembering in an instant what it had entailed and then suddenly finding herself unable to do so. She recalled that she had enjoyed the dream, whatever it had been, and that it hadn't been the purest dream an eighteen-year old girl could have, but the face of the person in it was blurred in her memory... Amy sighed, checked her phone...
Note: This story/main character is fictional, but takes from some real locations. * It was on just that street corner, in that particular section of London at just the right time of day that I saw her through the small crowd and the film crew. It was 2004, and I was in Britain on university study from the states, walking around during some free time after...