This one is the closest to a true story as anything so far. As always, comments of all denominations are welcome. ***** Julie Brown was something special. Opinion was universal. She was bright and worked hard, the teachers respected her. She was a great swimmer, so the coaches loved her too. She broke records and kicked ass in inter-school meets from her e...
By Daniel Quentin Steele © 2011 Author's note: Let me start with a warning to readers. This is not a complete story. It's a fragment. If you want a complete story, don't start this one. I decided to post this because I felt some readers might be curious about how the story of the Donnallys – Paul and Paula – detailed in the next to last published chapter of...
By popular demand. This follows directly off the "Chad Takes a Gymnast" story; go ahead and read that first if you want, but you shouldn't need to. I've got to say, this story went in an unexpected direction. Enjoy! * * * The walk from my fraternity house over to Quannack Hall seemed longer than usual. It was balls-hot that evening, even with the sun l...
I'll be the first to admit I used to be something of a prude when it came to nudity. I guess it was just how I was raised, which was probably typical by most middle American standards. But things can change and sometimes that change can be pinpointed to a specific, formative event in one's life. In my case, that formative event took place over seven nights...
Chapter 26 -- Louisiana II Sometime during the night, another co-ed had snuck into Phoenix and Devon's room in the sorority house and inserted herself into the lovemaking that the threesome had been engaged in. Amazingly, she'd brought two things with her when she arrived -- her bathrobe and her test results from the day before. Both were quickly dispensed...
Chapter 11 -- New York II Jessie sat beside Dave and thought about how to start with her comments about the Circle, and what she'd learned so far about the Circle. Dave sipped on a diet coke the restaurant had refilled for him for the fifth time. Jessie said, "The open sex seems overstated. I can't believe it's that rampant. In one sense, it sounds too goo...
Chapter Eight Ginger Olsen was a mixture of the cute girl next door and a very high-end escort all rolled up in one beautiful and enticing package, Carson thought, as he stood across the hotel lobby waiting for her to finish checking in. She was five-eleven, muscular, graceful, had naturally radiant copper-colored hair, sparkling blue eyes, and was full of...
Catching Colleen Ch. 01 Rounding Third and Heading for Home It was my last game. The wear and tear on my knees caused sharp, nagging pain, and my doctor said stop or live the rest of my life as a cripple. I thought of the ache in my arm, how hard it got to lift that arm as the season and seasons went on--and how I somehow managed to make good throws anyway....
NEW BEGINNINGS This is my first erotic sex story. It's quite long, but I like to try and flesh out characters and relationships in my storytelling. Hope you like it. Constructive critique would be appreciated. This is a re-edit with some extra story and less errors. CHAPTER ONE - THE LOSS My name is Andrew Johnson but everyone calls me AJ. Growing up I wa...
This story is fictitious. It is totally a creation of my crazy mind. Therefore, any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, or fucktards is strictly coincidental. Although blackmail is used to 'convince' the ladies to engage in sexual activities, I chose not to put this tale in the 'NonConsent/Reluctance' category because none of them are all...