This is a confessional by a friend who wants to remain anonymous. The story is hers, but the words chosen to tell it are mostly mine. Her name isnāt Emma, but thatās what Iām going to call her. Sheās a grown woman of 27, with a young son and happily separated from the boyās father….
It all began one afternoon while I was sitting reading in the students’ union coffee shop. I heard a voice I recognised. “Hi, Annie! Do you mind if I join you?” I looked up and saw Adam, a guy I knew vaguely through some other friends. I knew he was in his third year of…
It was a slow day at work. My eyes drifted between screens,taking in footage of the store. There were less than a dozen customers, so there wasnāt much danger of theft. I started a little game I sometimes play with myself and began finding each employee one by one. I couldnāt help pausing on Abbie….
The door crashed open. She ducked, shielding her eyes from the stinging dust blown in by the howling wind. Daring to glance up, she looked through the flying debris trying to make out who had ventured through a duststorm to a downtown gem store. She cursed inwardly as she made out the unmistakeable silhouette. Tall…
āDo you trust me babes?ā āOf course I do!ā āThen let it go then!ā Iām not sure if youāre talking about the duvet or my inhibitions, not that I have many of those, not by the standards of so called ānormal peopleā as I like to refer to them.Anyway, I do trust you and I…
Continuing story; Please read Parts 1-9 first My boyfriendās brother broadens my experience and talents. Ā My life settled into a new routine over the next several weeks. Ā I was fucking my three boys regularly, rarely missing a day and often fitting two in after school. I was meeting with my boyfriendās brother less…
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Blake was a high school senior with a repute of tardiness and disobeying teachers. Presently, he sat slumped miserably in a chair. It was a beautiful hot summer afternoon yet he was stuck in school. And it was all because of the cursed detention slip given to him by his history teacher for failing to…
It was an evening in May. I was excited for the summer. Junior year was finally wrapping up and I was happily anticipating all the fun senior events coming up. My parents were out of town so I decided to spend the night at my grandparents’ house which was a five minute walk from my…