She strummed on the steering wheel as she sang at the top of her lungs. The radio blared right along with her as she tried so hard to stay awake. The drone of the Chevy’s tires on the lonely highway grew louder as she rolled down the driver side window and the freezing cold air rushed in. She wasn't far from home but the 12 hour long trip from college was ta...
Taylor was born and raised in Grayson, Kentucky, a rural, scenic little town with a population of about 4,000. He'd had a fairly typical small-town American life, was handsome, outgoing and popular and played wide receiver on the football team in high school. He'd dreamed of playing in the NFL, being a superstar athlete, marrying a supermodel, or marrying...
Hi; I'm Megan. Gerald Boyton, my husband at the start of the most relevant part of this story, was only the second love of my life. My first love was Johnny James; when I was nine years old. Johnny was one of the rich kids in our predominately middle class school but he didn't act like it. He was kind to everyone and had a sparkly personality. We exchanged...
Valerie turned off her computer, scared by the comments on her YouTube video. She had made a harmless little video of her taking off her clothes, flirting with the camera, taking care to keep her face out of shot. There was the usual mix of appreciative and angry comments, but one haunted her: a resentful ex-boyfriend recognised her freckles on her boobs, an...
*And it's been a while but I still feel the same/Maybe I should let you go* "Call her and be done with this." This from Ubbe who's grown frustrated with Ivar's increasingly mercurial moods, after what was supposed to be a simple discussion regarding a potential client dissolved into near violence. *It's not so simple*, he wants to tell his brother, feeli...
This is another romance that will probably not be to everyone's taste. That's life. This story is about courage and love, so please, if you want to criticise it, show a bit of courage yourself and don't hide behind the 'Anonymous' tag. CM * The first time I saw Imogen it had a profound impact on me. "Hey Simon, come here." Scott should have been working on...
Hi! My name is Ophelia. I'm a stout but well-proportioned and apparently curvy half-Asian/half-Latina college girl. I'm 19, and I guess you could call me a bit of a geek. I graduated from high school summa cum laude and wear a rather cliché'd pair of glasses with little or no make-up. My fashion sense is relatively simple, usually consisting of faded blue je...
One day your dreams come true be it you made it happen or you find some sort of magical item that does the job for you who knows. Now you can be anyone you want to be, have who ever you want, and do whatever you want to do with them. You could be a billionaire with a harem of women at your beck and call or just yourself with the added benefit of having the g...
When I woke up the next morning, my underwear was back on, my dress was smoothed out and zipped up in the back, I was tucked in under the blankets, and my phone was plugged into its charger on my nightstand. I looked quickly at my drawer. It was closed. I had done none of this. Eric must've after I- Fuck! I fell asleep! I'm pretty sure we were in the middle...
I was a freshman in college when I happily discovered sex and black boys. One summer, a foolish but tasty indiscretion was captured on video, and it changed my life. You see . . . that hot interracial video went viral, and that's when the shit hit the fan. ******************************************* My first year or two in college, I was always the cen...