An announcement for passengers booked on the red eye from Vancouver to Toronto wafted out of the overhead speakers at the airport. I picked up my purse and nudged Laura who was dozing off in the chair beside me in the departure lounge. "Hey Laura, they're calling our seats," I said, before we boarded the plane. It was closing in on midnight and Laura and...
***Author's note: I do not own this story. I am just sad that this story is not continued on editthis.info and I am hoping that CHYOA users will continue this story, since I am not a good writer. You can find the original story here:http://editthis.info/create\\_your\\_own\\_story/Your\\_Best\\_Friend%27s\\_Younger\\_Sister *** It's Saturday night, and you'r...
Strip Blackjack is less popular than Strip Poker. You can read all over erotica stories about Strip Poker, about there is only a very few about Strip Blackjack, which I considered a mistake. Strip Blackjack could be so entertaining, even more; it could be naughtier than Strip Poker, since it plays faster than Strip Poker. Therefore, I decided to create a sto...
All events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. Barbara Starrett unfolded her lawn chair and sat down alone on the sideline. It was well before game time, and most of the other parents either hadn't arrived yet, or were away from the soccer field. But Barbara's dirty little secret was that, since the boys on the te...
Don't miss the teaser for the next chapter at the end of this chapter! All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** "Aiden, where are my keys?" Holly called as she strode hurriedly toward the kitchen. "I think they're on the table," Aiden replied, stepping out of the kitchen to meet her. "Thanks," Holly nodded as she turned toward the...
Normal life doesn't prepare you to deal with this kind of situation. Even with the most damning evidence of my wife cheating with one of our closest friends, seeing the 'deed' on video tape, even having watched most of the affair develop in front of my eyes, I wasn't sure what I should do. I couldn't bring myself to hate her, but I sure as hell wasn't happy....
The alarm went off early the next morning. I glanced over Shawna's bare shoulder and saw the clock read 7:00 AM. "I gotta get up Larry. I've got practice before the big game. I'll be back to get you before I go over to the stadium." She whispered in my ear. "Ok, I'll just get ready. When will you be back?" I asked. "Oh, probably around 10:00. We'll go to...
Jerry was sitting at his computer. He was working on what seemed to be an endless list of work that had to be finished by next Monday and it was Friday night. He was trying to program a new method of analysis for his research and it wasn't going anywhere, not to mention that he missed the holidays because of work and couldn't go out to the bars to relax, hen...
There are so many things wrong with the world today. Yet it's with great regret that I must retire from The Game. Samuel Xavier is my name. I'm many things. A writer, an adventurer, an activist and a college student. The truth is that I'm more than all of the above. A big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in Brockton, Massachusetts. Troublem...
1. Back Home in Berkeley After returning from our Seattle trip in April [described in "Nancy's Seattle Adventures," parts 1-6], it began to sink in to my wife and me how much things had changed. You see, after several years of staging situations in which I got to watch Nancy having strictly regulated (not full intercourse) sex with other guys, we'd change...