It was a Friday around 1:45, and not having class the last hour of the day, and being eighteen I signed out and made my way home. Only living a few blocks away, I walked to and from school every nice day. It’s one of the ways I stay in shape, and I love it…
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As I stare out the tiny window of theairplane at the clouds, I find it oddly peaceful, just gazing into a seemingly endless white void, it’s relaxing, calming, comforting, and it’s making me drowsy. Having not had a good night’s sleep in a week of just catching a few hours here or there, I’d been…
The harsh downpour outside, slapped against the circular windows. It’s rhythm hard, and incongruous. Inside, the air was suffused with sounds of small talk, clattering of cutlery and cash registers. I tapped the edge of my coffee cup with my fingers; I had been sitting here for some time. He was late. I sighed and…
After receiving news that my father had a stroke, my son and I were placed in the unusual and uncomfortable situation of sharing a hotel room on the trip to see my father. In a moment of incredible weakness, and incredibly poor judgment, I made a series of bad decisions, each one progressively worse. It…
I wrapped my coat around me tightly, and blew my warm breath into the palms of my hands before rubbing them together. December was brutal this year. The cold, misty air bit at my pale face. Little streams of tears cascaded down my cheeks as the harsh wind blew against me. I took cautious steps,…
Anna rounded the corner before her street. It was only 3:15, but she had finished work early. She claimed to be feeling unwell – something she ate, maybe – and her boss had sent her home. The truth was she was unbearably horny. Since her husband left 3 years ago, the only satisfaction she got…
My sister, My reluctance and my first time. To start with I would like to say this is my first story. I might write more, I might not. I haven’t decided yet, all feedback appreciated though. So to start with I should describe me and my Sister from when this happened. I’m 20 years old,…
Sweat trickled down my forehead as I stood beside the truck with my suitcase. It was incredibly hot, and my eyes were now stinging from the harsh rays of sunlight. We had travelled across country in a small pick up truck where the leather seats felt as though they were burning your skin off, the…
Soon after I got a job and a small apartment, my sister got into collage in the same town and started living with me. As there was no place for any other furniture, we had to share my bed. In our part of the world, this was not considered too fucked up and we didn’t…
Introduction: A Mother’s Sin – My excuse These events took place in November 2011, a little over a year ago….. My mind wanders frequently; often in ways I do not intend, or want. I do not know if I am unique or not, but on occasion, I find myself thinking about things that society deems…
Chapter 5 – Discovery with my brother: Gary mounts me. Gary had pushed me over the edge, and now he was keeping me there. He would not allow me to come down. He kept forcing wave upon wave of orgasmic spasms through my core despite my pleas to allow me to stop. I was exhausted…
The sweltering sun at noon baked the cobblestone pavement a dirty grey. Little beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, causing my hairline to stick. I pulled out my vintage uchiwa and gently fanned myself. I tilted my head back a little and let out a small sigh of relief. The cool air whirling around…
Gary and I were in a hotel room and he was masturbating as I watched. I lay on my back, silently; my fingers found my clitoris. In the dark silence of the room, I began slowly rubbing small circles on my erect and sensitive nubbin. I needed a release. If I could keep from moaning,…
Ted sat at the kitchen table watching his mom as she prepared dinner. She was dressed in a short skirt and white blouse. She wore no stockings or even shoes, padding around in the kitchen in her bare feet. His mom was relaxed chatting and cooking a simple meal for her and her son. Earlier…
This story continues on directly after my previous story, Two Fridays – Part 1. In the morning I woke up, and wondered if it had all been a dream. My come-stained shirt, lying in the corner near the head of my bed, where I had tossed it before getting in, showed one thing- the part…