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Please leave comments! I would appreciate it. Tell me what you liked, didn’t like, etc. I love getting feedback. Plus, tell me what you are into and I can try to come up with a story about it.—————————————-I was 18 when I first met him. I was out with my girlfriends celebrating my 18th birthday
Dome City PoolJacob felt a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as he pulled into the pool parking lot. It had been nearly a year since he’d been to the pool with his big sister Alex.And for good reason.This past year, his big sister had started to dedicate more and more time to swimming, aiming to
Time 4Ron and Jessica had become more and more sexually adventuresome in the past couple of months, each trying to please the other with new and exciting ideas. They had finally bought and tried a strap on for Jessie, and they had tried myriad positions and situations.On this particular evening Jessica had a big surprise
I was still deciding on whether or not I was going to help Daniel teach his girlfriend to fuck. At first, I didn’t want to. What if she found out I was his mom? What would she think of that? Daniel obviously liked her so I didn’t want her to run out because of me.
If you haven’t read Chelsea’s 18th Birthday, I suggest you read it first to better understand the characters in this series.Thanks to all for your wonderful comments. Please continue to leave them. Any suggestions or critics are welcome! Also, I’d like to invite you to make suggestions for chapter 3.Please don’t forget to vote!*Their precious
A/N – Taken far too long to get here, but this is the sixth and last chapter, wrapping up everything hopefully in a nice little bow.There is quite a bit of same-sex female relationships in what follows as I wanted to do something different regarding a couple of the characters.Editing and proofreading by OhDave1. My
“Fuck!”My long slender fingers stumbled around the plastic rectangular bottle. I lengthened my five-foot-two-inch body as much as I could to reach the spice bottle from the top shelf of the back of the cabinet. I felt my calves flexing, my belly button pulling into my spine, and my right arm stretching upwards as far
Author’s Note: If you have not read Melissa’s Story, Parts 1,2 & 3, I suggest you do before reading part 4.* * * * *The week following my amazing weekend with Master Matt passed quite quickly. I studied more sites on the Internet that gave me details of the lives of 24/7 slaves and my
Part 4: Proportionately DisproportionateBy Firefly”Well, how is he?”There’s a long pause on one end of the phone as Aria waits for a response to come back through. The pause is mildly concerning, but she knew Victoria and knew if there was anything major, she’d have called right away. The pause was likely to figure out
This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen.I’m looking for a new editor and efforts through LIT have not yield success. If you would like to help me edit my stories please contact me through LIT. Thanks. BW*I saw the Buick Regal in front of me and realized it might be Anna. I certainly
Chapter 14. Jennifer’s room-mate slays me.So, Friday arrives. It’s date night with Melissa, the cute, blue-eyed blonde room-mate of my new friend Jennifer. She hasn’t had a serious date since she broke up with her boyfriend months before and I’m going to take her out for a romantic dinner and then a movie at my
Standing in the middle of the room with her hands clasped behind her head the girl waited. Dressed only in the barest of coverings, she trembled noticeably, and there was fear in her eyes. The door opened and she jumped. Her trembling increased till she was barely able to remain standing. He was holding a
Ms. Hayes isn’t actually my teacher, but she’s probably the teacher at my school doing the most to actually help me out. She’s one of the newer teachers at the high school, which means that she’s not burned out just yet. She’s one of the few things making my senior year fairly tolerable.Earlier in the
The university rec club was starting to swing by the time Jimmy, Sarah, Sinead and I had consumed a number of rounds of Fourex, VB and Bundaberg rum and found our way into a couple of couches in the corner of the pool table area. The typical pub cover band had just gotten into their
— Hi, this is my first story. I wrote it in 2019 but didnt have the courage to post it until now. Let me know what you think. Any feedback is good feedback. All characters are over the age of 18. —Sweat beaded on Madeline’s forehead, her breath escaped her lips in short, sharp, gasps.
This is not a story! I have been requested, on numerous occasions, to produce a chronological list of my written accounts so that readers can follow them roughly in the sequence they occurred. A male friend has kindly produced this definitive order along with a description of each of my true life stories.I hope it
Baseball Summers — 1After I had spent a few years traveling and working to travel I ended up going back to university to finally finish off my degree in the mid 70’s. I shared the main floor of an old house with my buddy Ken and his partner Linda, a lovely girl of Japanese descent
There were only eight people at the shower, the bride, the matron of honor and the six brides maids. The male strippers/dancer had been hired at the last-minute when we found out there was to be a female stripper at the groom’s bachelor party. The customary bridal shower gifts and games were rapidly dispensed with
*First of all, let me say a big thanks to everyone who replied to my plea for feedback, and thank you everyone for your suggestions and comments. I would appreciate reactions to this follow-up from anyone who is willing to give it. Oh, and I forgot to mention in the first installment, this story is
It was Monday morning at school. Ann sat back on the toilet seat in the sixth-form toilets, legs up so nobody could see her cubicle was occupied, as she busied herself making a couple of roll-up cigarettes for the afternoon break and to go home with. Mind bent to the task she almost didn’t hear