"Kelly...we need to talk." John said. "Can it wait until tomorrow? Robert's going to be here to pick me up any minute." Kelly said. "No Kelly, it can't wait." John said. Kelly looked at John and saw the pleading look and a touch of anger in his eyes. She walked over and sat on the bed beside him. "Okay...make it quick." Kelly said. "I don't want you goi...
I caught the two now I own them. Growing up in a family where religion came always first had made my young life into adolescence a very difficult period of my life. Like every daughter who has grown up in a close nit family I do love my parents. But the forever instructions of what you can't do to be a good girl had me going without a bra till I was about s...
Disclaimer: This story is still part of the Marie's Senior Year series, but I have decided to release them as independent stories in order to avoid discouraging readers from checking out new installments. If you have never read a Marie story, feel free to start here or anywhere else. For those who like to read the series in order, this is part 7. * Marie s...
[After "The Ugly Duckling – Epilogue", (the sequel to "The Ugly Duckling"), was published readers were severely split on whether a further chapter was needed to clear up some outstanding questions; (as one reader put it: "An Epilogue to the Epilogue!") A majority wanted another story, with a minority, (but a vocal minority), insisting that everything that ha...
The National Association of Women University Deans Part I "I'm going to fuck the nigger," Prof. Sharon Vinchelle announced to her husband as she stood at the door of their study. Her husband, Jacques, looked up from the stack of essays he was grading, nodded imperceptibly, and returned to his work. His wife turned and repaired to their bedroom, where the te...
Abigail kicked the autumn leaves at her feet like a child. The wind swirled between the tall concrete buildings and rustled the branches of the now skeletal trees in the quad. Abigail drew her heavy woolen jacket around her and turned her back to the wind. She considered sitting on the wooden bench, haphazardly placed and seldom used, but instead continued h...
This story stands alone pretty well, but it constitutes another part in a series. The series begins with a story called "Fire Pole," about these people and how they meet. The scene is upstairs in Nancy's apartment over her hair salon. Nancy braced a hand on Sean's chest, and with the other, guided him home into her pussy. The first sweet push inside set her...
This is a true story about the first time I met the most amazing man. After we met, we had a long term affair for almost two years, some of the happiest times of my life. Batman, as promised, this is for you. The year I turned 30, I met the man I was going to marry. For various reasons I was desperate to get hitched and make babies. I chose badly. Fast forw...
One of the first stories written by LAGirl about meeting SeattleBoy. Fiction or true-life? You be the judge :). Edited by SeattleBoy. Hope you enjoy our story, please leave us feedback - we love to hear what you think of our stories! * I guess I didn't really know what I was doing here. When I turn the corner, he's going to be right there, probably just as...
We both grew up on drugs, sex and rock and roll, not necessarily in that order. Although I was 19 and she was 18 when we met, we both had a lot of miles on. This was due in part to our hanging out with an older crowd. We had a lot in common politically, socially and sexually. Partying with the best drugs and sex were our two favorite diversions. My name is...