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I woke up that morning like any other, the sun filtering through the thin curtains of my bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the patchwork quilt my grandma had made years ago. Living out in the country meant everything was quiet—too quiet sometimes. No bustling streets, no crowds of kids my age. Just me, my parents on their small farm, and the endless fields stretching out like a green ocean. I was 18 now, technically an adult, but I felt like I was still that little girl who’d never ventured far from home. Homeschooled until high school, I’d only started attending the local public school last year, and even then, I kept to myself. Shy didn’t begin to cover it; I blushed at the slightest attention, my voice barely above a whisper in class. …
I never thought Doug and I would be in this situation. My name is Becca. I’m nineteen, and Doug is twenty. We were married three months ago and moved into a new apartment building near his work. We were high school sweethearts and were very devoted to each other. Doug was a high school athlete, tall, wiry, and good-looking. I was a cheerleader, five feet ten inches, thin, with an oversized firm rack. I turned a lot of heads. We didn’t have any friends where we lived, so we were thrilled when a lovely couple moved in next to us. Jamie and Jack were twenty-four, married, very outgoing, and confident. I was awkward and shy, and I loved that Jamie took me under her wing. Jack was also very confident, and he and Doug became …
AN: This is the story of a very enjoyable vacation fling. Note that all characters are over 18 (I am 19, Ana I believe was 21 or 22) and the drinking & smoking age in Croatia are both 18. This is a true story, and I hope that I can remember all the details. It took place in late August of 2015. Also note that this is my first time writing anything close to this, so give me a break if I make beginners mistakes: D Also I use metric measurements, so I had to go to a length of calculations to convert them to the American system 😀 All names are changed. _ _ This summer I was invited by a friend (I’ll call him Frank) to join him and his family, plus a …
My friend Laura and I had a strange relationship. We met in our college orientation where neither of us wanted to be there but as soon as I made a joke about how happy I was to be spending a weekend of my much needed summer between senior year and college, we hit it off. Laura was the definition of what you see when you think of someone who is cute. She was average height, played different sports so was always in good shape, and her face was just cute. I oddly always felt like she was my sister which is why I never really saw the attraction. Laura I could tell liked me however. How did I know? Her friends never ceased to tell me so. She was also very outspoken this Laura figure. …
As an old man, in my seventies, who has been given the nod by my doctors that my days are numbered, I spend a lot of time looking back at my life. Recalling what I have done and achieved. Regretting the things I should have done and did not do. I do not suppose for a moment this is unusual, but when it happens to you, it takes it out of you, initially at least. Do not get me wrong, I have come to accept my imminent demise and am mostly at peace with it. I think the song, Angels, sums up my feelings best – “I’m not scared of dying, I just don’t want to.”, yet. I never planned on these thoughts going public. It was just a few scrappy notes for my own …
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“I asked him, “Do you know the difference between nude and naked?” He shook his head. “Nude is artistic. Naked is defenseless.” ― Larry Niven Chapter One Pixel drummed her fingers on her laptop in an absent minded cadence. She sat on a park bench, her bicycle propped up next to her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, and she scowled at the computer code in front of her. The white text on the screen was almost fuzzy against the black background of the terminal window. The moment had come to execute her code, which would perform a buffer overflow. If the exploit worked she’d have just mere minutes to scope out the operating system. She needed to find what she was looking for in seconds, copy it, then remove all traces of what she’d …
Harold, or Harry to his friends, was a pretty normal middle-aged guy living in a small town in Nebraska. He had a family, a regular job at City Hall that didn’t bring him into the public’s eye, and a pretty wife named Diane that he’d been faithful to for the last twenty-one years of his life. Harry never gave any thought to the idea of a mid-life crisis, yet he had recently bought a used little convertible and found his eye was straying to young women more frequently than it used to. Even then, when Diane and he got together with their neighbors and shared a bucket of margaritas on a Saturday night, they might kid around about a mid-life crisis, but really none of them even knew what a mid-life crisis was supposed to …
I have always been known as a brainiac. It’s a name that i’m damned proud of, cause it took me a while to achieve it. If you enjoy getting or giving brain, this is the story for you. In Atlanta there is really no middle class, there are the filthy rich people, and the people that live in the hood. I’m one of the filthy rich people. My name is Chanel and I just turned 18, it’s so exciting. My mom is Puerto Rican and my dad is black. I’m not even gonna lie, i look good. Puberty came early for this mamacita. I take after my mother with my full breasts and my beautiful hair. The fat ass, that’s all from daddy’s side! About a month ago we started to renovate our kitchen. It …
Chapter 5 DAY TWO Day Two was better, mostly just by being the same, and not worse. Michael seemed happy to see her. He didn’t comment on either the camera or her vagina but she felt somehow he knew that her pussy was bare now. She spent all day describing and cataloguing naked girls again. She had to use the toilet several times – that red cordial seemed to go straight through her – but she had started to get used to it. She found she particularly liked the feeling of the device ‘licking’ her ass clean. On one trip to the toilet she met another of the female staff, a petite blonde whose tag described her as ‘Toy’. Toy didn’t piss quite like Kitten. She left her panties on as she pissed, and Claire …
Brian was lying on his back and stared to the ceiling with blank eyes. He could not believe how good he was feeling and savoured every second that passed. Karen had returned from her nightly adventure at about 10 in the morning. Since 8, when he had received the video that depicted her, fucking the Norwegian guy she had picked up at the club, he had been awake and watching it over and over with a massive erection. He had refrained from jerking off though because when Karen returned, Brian channelled all his lust at her. Karen rolled onto her fiancé now and cuddled up to him. Her tits were pressed against his chest and cum was flowing out of her pussy onto Brian’s thigh. “I love you so very much” Karen whispered and slowly …
Hope you enjoy. There was allot of dialog and character info to get the story going. Live-in Maintenance Man Isabelle a 36 year old mother of 3 now living in Strawberry, CA after her husband past away. He was a well off computer programmer from San Jose, CA and a millionaire for some software that he wrote and sold. Having died just day’s after his 3rd daughter was born and leaving everything to his wife. She then sold everything accept there summer home in Strawberry just east of Lake Tahoe to make that her permanent home for her and her children in a safe secluded town. Isabelle invested a majority of the money in the so called safe stocks allowing her to live comfortably retired if she wanted but chose to work at the small …
Chapter 13 We walked up the stairs after Frank left. I took Maria to her bedroom door but instead of going in, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along the corridor to my room. She pulled back the bed covers, got in, and patted my side of the bed for me to join her. Maria had come into my room a couple of times in the morning to wake me with a blow job or rubbing my cock, but she’d never spent the night with me before. This was new. After getting undressed, I climbed into my side of the bed. Maria said, “This was a wonderful night. Thank you. I felt so grown up and sophisticated. The beautiful dress, the jewelry, that incredible car, the whole thing was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe it …
Chapter 22 MAKING THE GRADE On her way home in the afternoon she stopped at the park, and masturbated and pissed nude, this time while looking at the picture of the lesbians in her wallet. She decided to cum this time, so she wouldn’t orgasm under her father’s hand. She thought if she wiped her pussy thoroughly enough she might not even be wet for him. She failed, though. Just thinking about her father inspecting her pussy on the rest of the walk home got her wet again. At least she didn’t cum as he spanked her, or afterwards when he smeared her slut juices all over her face. Afterwards, she didn’t run up to her room, but instead sat on his knee, her cunt bare and aching. She took one of the posters she …
This is a story that deals in boy on boy sex. If you the reader are offended by such material then please do not read any further. Hi, my name is Charles and this story’s about when I went on holiday with one of my friends. “how far away are we?” Harry asked. Harry had been asking the same question for the last hour. “About 5 minutes away” Harrys father replied. We finally arrived at the house. It was an old cottage beside the railway line. It had been painted recently but was dirty due to the trains going past. I grabbed my bags out of the car and took them inside. “Which bedroom are we in?” I asked Harry. “First room on the right, I think.” Harry said. I went into the room and …
Chapter 1 Sophia arrived at the address with her heart pounding and on the verge of tears. She had no idea who got her pictures and how. Her parents wouldn’t look for her for another couple because she told them that she was studying chemistry with her friends. Sophia’s parents were proud of her being studious at her new school and encouraged these “study sessions.” Sophia texted the mysterious number: “I’m here.” She stared at the door frightened of what was going to happen. Liam opened the door and she felt a strange mixture of elation first then shock. “Liam won’t ever hurt me!” She thought, “But… how did he get those pictures in the first place?” Sophia was too innocent to know what he was going to do with the pictures. “Come inside,” said …
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“You’re such a camper, bro. That’s the third time you’ve hid behind that rock.” Nate laughed through a mouthful of chips. “It’s called cover, idiot. It’s literally the point of the game.” “No, the point of the game is not to sit in the same bush for ten minutes and wait for me to walk by like it’s fucking guerrilla warfare.” I tossed my controller onto the couch and reached for the soda can sweating on the coffee table. The screen still showed my guy ragdolling in slow motion, a bullet to the dome. I groaned. “You used to be decent at this,” Nate said, smug. “I am decent. You just know all the spawn points and glitchy corners.” He grinned like he’d just won an award. “Tactical awareness, my dude.” I rolled my eyes …
This story is only a short one. It is about my girlfriend, my best friend actually. It was about three years ago near Christmas when this took place. To protect her identity I will give her another name and change the area she worked in. This actually happened to her at a bar she worked at for 2 years. The names are changed to protect the innocent. Terry was a good friend of mine. I believe her as we have been friends since childhood and I have been to the place where she worked a lot. She was 18 at the time. She worked in a crazy large bar and was a shooter girl or shooter bitch as some call it. The bar she worked in could hold 300 plus people and was wild. It …
Morning at the Hotel ‘When the sun rises, I wake up and chase my dreams. I won’t regret when the sun sets because I live my life like I’m a beast.’ ‘I’m a motherfucking beast!” I jolt up from the bed as the song Beast blares from the explosion of light coming from the bedside table. “Off,” Nicole grunts, silencing the music and making the light disappear. Fuck, that was the best sleep I’ve ever got. No dreams, just silence. Nicole’s still bundled on her side of the bed. I slink down and put my face next to hers as my fingers trace up and down her arm. Her eyes open up, bright hazel eyes. Wait… Hazel? They’re almost yellow. Weren’t they green before? You know… now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure …
FRIDAY Josh was the first to wake up. He could tell right away that he was naked, and lying on his front. The floor was cold and metallic, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the whole room seemed to be like this. He stood up, a thing which he found incredibly strenuous for some reason, and looked around. The tiny room was nothing but pure metal on all sides, except for one wall which appeared to be nothing more than transparent energy, flowing gently. Josh saw Abbie on the floor, and shook her awake too. “Abbie! Abbie!” “Whuh…what?” She asked. She opened her eyes, and looked around, before jolting awake properly. “Where the fuck are we!?” “I don’t know,” Josh replied, helping his sister up. “What are you, stupid?” Josh and Abbie …
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