Annie looked around and sighed. Sure, her apartment wasn't much to look at, it was above a sex store and it was in a bad neighbourhood where she constantly got offers to buy drugs, but it was her home. Her first home which she had bought and paid for with her own money, and ok, she was only renting and according to all of her friends she got majorly ripped o...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
By late March of 1976, I had become good friends with the guy a couple of doors down. Danny was living with my girlfriend's best friend and we had gone through some interesting times with our women over the last few months. The couple got engaged on Christmas day, but they never set a date to walk down the aisle. I teased Danny about his nervousness to get m...
Fly Girl IV: Traffic Pattern Entry Al rose, dressed and reached for the door just as his cell phone rang. It was his partner calling from Miami. "Hey, buddy, got a second?" "Sure," Al replied. "I'm heading out to meet with Tom. Says he has something for me." "Yeah? So do I." "Okay," Al said as he settled behind the wheel. "Tell me while I drive." Thirt...
Author's note: This chapter contains a small amount of incest. If this bothers you, then you have been ignoring the note at the beginning of the last 4 chapters. The incest in this chapter is small, but subsequent chapters will contain more, and more explicit depictions of familial relations. All characters are over eighteen, as I can't abide kiddy-porn. If...
This is Part Two of this series. If you haven't already, please read Part One "Female Sexual Response: Subject 326" first. This is written from the perspective of another girl in the story, Subject 334. ------------------- I was mad at my roommate Kinsey. But then I wasn't. I was so confused. I don't know how I let her talk me into doing this. She was the...
Chapter Thirty-Five: We're having a picnic... Once finished with my personal morning details, I returned to the campfire. Alistair was about to stand up, no doubt to offer me his seat, but I shook my head, pushing down on his shoulder, and then just parked myself in his lap. I'd never have been brave enough to do that before, but I'd never been so utterly c...
Chapter 7: She Teaches Him a Lesson Leslie's left hand delicately caressed her teenage boyfriend's hair. He was on his back and she, lying on her side, was tucked in as close as possible to his right. The fingers of her right hand and his left were entwined together, gently resting on his abs, rising and falling with each relaxed breath. His right arm embra...
I always enjoy summer, especially those hot lazy days that make hanging out at a lake a pleasant place to be. The stinky hot weather usually pushes the tenters out because it's just so hot and muggy at night. While the RV crowd doesn't mind the muggy nights at all, thanks to their air conditioning. As usual, the middle of a stinky hot week meant that I had...
This story begins when I was 18 years old. That wasn't very long ago, but so much has happened to me since then that I feel much older. I have gone through experiences that set me apart from everyone else I know. In truth, I feel set apart from everyone else on the planet. I can no longer take reality for granted. When I was 18, I was a fairly normal teenag...