I was looking through the internet personals to pass the time, although deep inside, I was actually desperate for a date. My name is Mike, and I was a 21 year old guy in college studying sociology. I wasn't bad looking or anything but just a little shy. Usually, the personals were just full of kids putting fake postings or unattractive women who couldn't ge...
Slivers of silver moonlight pouring through the clumsily covered windows. Candles all around flickering softly, barely lighting the darkness. I await you nervously naked sitting on the floor of the room, it's cold stone chilling my flesh. It seems an eternity since you left me here, ordering me not to move. My mind racing almost as quickly as my pulse as I h...
[pre-story]Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, public sex. Disclaimer: All characters are 18+[/pre-story] Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 1 The basement door in the Fenton house suddenly slid open with a hiss, and Madeline Fenton emerged, the brilliant paranormal researcher and happily married mother of two wiping a glob of green goo off the sleeve of her...
'Damn another late night ahead - fucking project' I commiserate with myself, knowing that I'll be staying late after hours to try and get things done within the usual unrealistic timescales. To make things worse, my wife will be off out tonight enjoying herself with our friends, while I'm slaving away. While it was still only 5:30, the office already seemed...
He had her in his second period class, biology. He had noticed her like many others and admired from afar only starting to talk with her that year. Her name was Laura. It all started when he brought in a sucker to eat during that class. There was no reason behind it he just thought it would be a good idea. When he got there Laura went up to him and asked hi...
Cher washed the last of the dishes from her holiday baking project as she gazed out the window wistfully watching the newly fallen snow in the back yard. There was already about six inches of the frozen beauty on the ground from last night, and it had been snowing steadily for the past several hours. She always loved how quiet and safe the world seemed when...
Another night in North London, England. Jonathan Starling sat in his apartment, sighing deeply as he looked at family pictures. His tall and dark-skinned Jamaican-American father, Jonas Starling, looking rugged while fishing in his hometown of Kingston, Jamaica. His mother Deirdre Hamilton, looking deceptively frail. The short and pale-skinned, fiery red-hai...
Note: Chapter One does not have any sexual situations. It's there for plot building. Yes, there's a story in this one. * I had awoken in some strange predicaments before — the Vegas incident being the first to come to mind. Hotel security had found me reeking of booze, asleep in a wheel chair wearing only a stripper's bra atop my head and a diaper to hide...
Jon awoke Tuesday morning with a splitting headache. Shame, fear and carnal desire had left him tossing and turning into the wee hours on the narrow couch in his office. He popped a handful of aspirin into his mouth and washed it down with coffee as he navigated the familiar streets on his way to the campus. The weather was a perfect match for his mood. The...
Author's note: To the person who commented on the last part that this story is unrealistic, let me reiterate what I wrote at the start of part 1: this story is actually true. If it's getting more extreme, that's because that's where my wife and I are choosing to explore. If it has a kid in it, that's because we actually have a kid. If you don't like that......