Introduction: Two boys double team a girl they just met while camping. I had only met her five days earlier. It was one of those summers' vacations you dread when you're a teenager. As a family, mom, dad, and I always went to New Hampshire camping for a week in July. The last couple of year's dad relented and we ended up in a commercial campground giving m

Introduction: This was written as a side story to my largest work, Being More Social, following another character and their story. This story will make a lot more sense if you've read Being More Social, although I hope it works as a standalone story too. All characters depicted in sexual activity are 18 or older. I hope you all enjoy! Had the schoolkids of Ha

Introduction: In this household, there are secrets which are soon to be relieved. Sunday morning, that blissful day and time where there is no work or school to go to, the phone is usually quiet, and you can take some extra time in bed before you get up, which was exactly what Laura was doing. The bedsheets had twisted during the warm night, but she didn't ca

- I - You know how people usually start telling stories from the beginning? Yeah, well, I am not one of them. Not because I want to be an original or something. Neither do I like confuse the others nor I have anything against the beginnings. It’s just I don’t want to talk about what happened in the beginning. Because then I’ll end up remembering all the crap that happened and I don’t w

- XX - The door was unlocked just like I expected. I didn’t even bother being quiet, I didn’t see the point. "Finally!" I’ve heard Mickey’s voice from the living room. "Took you a while! I got bored, had to start without you. Hurry up already!" I walked into the medium size living room. When I saw Dylan, I almost shot Mickey right then and there. Dylan was handcuffed to the old heater,

- X - I guess I dozed off without even noticing it because suddenly I was back in our old high school again. It was the first week of January, right after the Christmas break. My parents left this morning for their usual deal-signing business. The same trip as the one that is going to kill them four years later when the jet crushes into the ocean. Of course I didn’t know it

- X - I guess I dozed off without even noticing it because suddenly I was back in our old high school again. It was the first week of January, right after the Christmas break. My parents left this morning for their usual deal-signing business. The same trip as the one that is going to kill them four years later when the jet crushes into the ocean. Of course I didn’t know it

- XII - When I pulled into my driveway it was almost midnight. Dylan looked asleep but the minute I turned the ignition off, he shifted in his seat and opened his eyes. “Are your parents gonna freak out when they see me?” he muttered. “My parents are not here”, I said. “They left until the end of the week, remember?” “Not really”, he sighed. “Right”, I hemmed and pulled his door open.

- XIII - Now I woke up because I was suddenly afraid. For some strange reason I firmly believed that someone has gotten into my apartment and killed Dylan while I was asleep. I sat up with a gasp and he looked at me, frowning slightly. Nobody killed him, I realized while my heart was thumping wildly against my ribs. He is just sitting here, finishing the doughnuts, doing something on t

- XIV - Then I can’t remember for sure when I realized that. I think it was sometimes in the middle of March when it hit me. I realized a couple of things actually. One of them was the fact that I was getting completely lost in him. Nothing mattered but his eyes, his smile, his touch… It felt like I was slowly becoming a part of him, or maybe his shadow, I don’t know. Lately I was catc

- XV - I haven’t said a single word to him on the way back. I just pressed my forehead against the cold glass and stared outside for the whole time that took us to get home. When he pulled into his driveway, I opened the door, climbed out and found my car keys in one of my pockets. “You are leaving?” Dylan asked with raw confusion on his voice. “Yeah”, I said without looking at him. “I

- XVI - Now When I woke up it was still raining outside. I could hear the raindrops attacking my window. Dylan was still asleep so I got up as quietly as I could and went to the bathroom. Today is November thirtieth, I thought after I was done with my shower. The day Wes died eight years ago. The thought didn’t make me feel anything. It used to though. Every time I would think of him o

- XVII - Now "…To get more", Dylan said. I blinked and turned around. For the last ten minutes I’ve been staring out of the window, caught in my own thoughts that were filling my head with urgent buzzing. I haven’t heard a single word of what he said. "What?" I asked. "Sorry, I was thinking." "I said you are out of coffee", he said slowly. "You’ll need to get more. What are you thinkin

- XVIII - I got to my apartment building in record time of four minutes. I didn’t even bother with waiting for the elevator, I just ran upstairs. While I was running, I kept calling myself every single name in the book. "Dumbass" was probably the mildest one. I expected my door to be unlocked and when it was indeed, I just swore out loud. I burst inside, knowing that the damn apartment

- XIX - We were driving for probably ten minutes when Jenny tried to reach for her bag. "Ugh", she said exasperatedly. "I left my phone in the stupid bag! May I use yours?" "Sure", I smiled and handed her my phone. I knew that she was going to call Tanner. "Hey babe", she said in a minute or so and laughed slyly. "No, it’s not Connor. It’s me… Huh? What do you mean?" she frowned and lo

- II - I fell asleep an hour or so later. I was really hoping for dreamless sleep but that would be too much to ask I guess. I dreamt about Dylan, of course. About the time when he almost knocked my teeth out. It was two or three weeks after the school started. We were still desk partners. We remained desk partners until the freaking graduation. We wouldn’t talk much but at least we wo

- III - I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I managed to hang up on three people while I was trying to put them on hold, deleted one of the customer’s very important files, spilled hot coffee all over my manager, and broke my headset. Finally around five in the evening my manager asked me very carefully if I am feeling all right. He stood at the distance as if afraid that I am going to

- IV - After the punching incident Dylan became different around me. I guess he felt really guilty about the whole thing. Back then I didn’t know that Dylan feeling guilty was as incredible of a thing as, let’s say, a UFO landing on the roof of my house. But we started hanging out together more often, mostly due to the fact that I was never a very popular person and I was usually known

- V - The ring of the doorbell successfully ended my trip down the memory lane which was a good thing because all those memories made my hands shake. They also turned me on to the point that I would probably look obscene if not for my long shirt. I glanced at the clock and marveled at the Domino’s efficiency. They managed to get my order here in less than half an hour? Goo

- VI - “Sleeping with your eyes open?” he asked and I jumped slightly, startled. “Something like that”, I nodded and finished my pizza. “What was the name of the private dick?” he asked casually. I knew him well enough. “What are you going to do?” I looked in his eyes and he smiled the same old way. “Research”, he shrugged lightly. “That’s all?” I narrowed my eyes. “For now”, he n

- VII - It was the first Monday after Thanksgiving break, November twenty eighth. It’s been almost three weeks since Dylan and I got together. I couldn’t get enough of him. We spent every single night together. Sometimes we would stay at his Aunt’s house, sometimes at mine. I kept telling my mother about some random projects that we had to work on, to justify him staying at my place so

- VIII - The next day was uneventful until it was over. I’ve heard someone calling my name in the parking lot. I turned around. It was Wes Graham, one of Billy’s pets. I gave Dylan the car keys and told him that I’ll be right there. He nodded and walked away. I waited for Wes to get closer. “Hey, Connor”, he said seriously. “Have a minute?” “What’s up?” I shoved my hands in my pockets.

- IX - I half-expected for my apartment door to hang off its hinges when I got there. It didn’t. In fact it looked just fine. I took a deep breath, grabbed the box of doughnuts a bit tighter and unlocked the door. The apartment stank of cigarette smoke but that was about it. It wasn’t trashed, there was no blood anywhere, nothing. I kicked my wet shoes off and went into the

Introduction: A woman, sick of typical dates, takes drastic action when she learns about the violent parttner of an old friend. "Not backward can the Will will; that it cannot break time and time’s desire—that is the Will’s most lonesome tribulation.*Willing emancipateth: what doth Willing itself devise in order to get free from its tribulation and mock at its prison? "-

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I had been with this man before, and always walked away tantalized and mystified at the same time. What was it that kept me coming back for more, longing for the next time I am invited over? I crave the sound of his voice, the deep penetrating gaze from his dark delicious eyes, and most of all, his firm, yet loving touch. He does not dominate me in a traditional sense... yet again h

I had only been on the job for a little over a year and already I was getting sick of it. It seemed like everyday was the same. I would go to a school, bust a punk for selling drugs to fourteen year olds then spend hours upon end at my desk doing paper work. It was everything people warned me of when I first became interested in becoming a cop. I had always blocked it out and choose to

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This is my first story, so please be gentle. I Am Coming Home............. I am coming home from school. But I miss the bus. I have to walk 15 miles home. Through mud, in the rain. A car driving past me along the road throws a half-empty can of cola at me and it hits me in the eye and I reel in pain. I am crying, but since it is raining no one can tell. Then I continue home. When I ge

On Patrol It was a warm night. The West Texas sun was brutal and unforgiving throughout the day and as night fell, the air remained heavy and unmoving. As I drove past the Bank of America on Bryant Blvd, the digital clock under the bank’s logo flashed between 9:47 and 92 degrees. I’d been on patrol for almost 4 hours tonight and was bored shitless! I hated working the mid-shifts a

Introduction: Hired by a professional woman who needs to be taken care of On Staff - Chapter 1 When I heard the tires of Melissa's Lexus crunch in the gravel of the front drive I pulled the wine cooler - previously prepared just for her - from the refrigerator and went to the front door to meet her. She enjoys seeing me standing there naked, waiting for her w

Introduction: Continue my work for my professional lady On Staff - Chapter 2 "Jim, this weekend, is that enough lead time for you to put together a dinner here? For about five guests?" Melissa asked as she walked into the kitchen. She'd just arrived home from work and I was sitting naked at the breakfast room table, testicles and penis hanging down between my

Introduction: My fifteen-year-old daughter teased the hell out of me all day long on the beach but it was certainly worth it in the long run. Fbailey story number 237 On The Beach It was a holiday, it was Memorial Day and my daughter didn’t have to go to school and I didn’t have to go to work, so I took her to the beach. She had just hit me up for a new bathi

Introduction: A recently divorced woman goes on holiday all by herself. She's seduced by a couple that drug her and have a threesome with her. Alone on the BeachI was walking along the beach. It was somewhat past dawn, the boulevard had closed, the other tourists had gone back to their hotels. It was just me and the sand, me and the water, me and the dark blue night sky,

Introduction: Executive is fascinated by receptionist On the Job That damned Rachel Cooper was driving me crazy. I could see her sitting behind her L-shaped receptionist’s desk from my office and she’d let her skirt ride up again. What a great sight. I don’t guess she’s that good-looking objectively. She has mousy brown hair, pale blue eyes, and a so-so f

Introduction: Natalie tells about her sexual encounters on the job. Natalie's secretly a high end escort on short pleasure trip. By B.Knucklehead Writer’s note “All names and information about characters in this story are fake."Part #1 ~Being a very attractive woman, with super sexy looks at my twenties, I had a side job of being a “call girl” but not any cal

Introduction: Natalie continues... Part #2 ~I was screaming as loud as I could, I could not see any audiences, but I was sure all the staff were hiding somewhere enjoying the double fuck show I was making for their eyes, the idea of being double fucked while being watched by others, made me so hot and so horny, I came three times on a raw before any of the me

Introduction: Natalie continues her story of being an high end escort. Part #3 ~While we were embracing each other in bed, relaxing, we were chatting and laughing, she had admitted to me that it was her first time ever with another woman, I was shocked asking “and how long have you been working here?”She said “I was the last to be hired, don’t get me wrong, I

This story comes from an unknown author from another site. I thought that i would help this person spread their great story around. This comes word-for-word from "swing****.com". One of the worst things about having graduated to the "Real World" some years ago is the thought of work. Used to be that when I felt like blowing off a class and getting stoned and listening to music all day

Introduction: Chat Room, One Meeting...Hotel Room...Oil... I see you walk through the doors and my pulse quickens instantly. You are wearing a warm coat, its cold outside, it might even snow. Aberdeen in January, dark, freezing and forlorn at the moment. Things have just looked up though as you Dawn, the woman I arranged to meet here in this Travel Inn, have

Introduction: Hey everybody, this is my first story ive posted on here, and I have shorter ones posted on www.experienceproject.com if you want to check them out. My username on there is Pyro93 as well. Well without further ado, I hope you all enjoy part one and I hope to finish part 2 soon I just finished yet another boring day of work, but unlike the rest

Introduction: Vacation fun between siblings It was the beginning of summer and my sister Janine and myself decided to go on a road trip to visit our cousins. We packed our clothes, filled up with gasoline and hit the road. Being terribly hot, I wore loose fitting jogging shorts and Janine was wearing a short summer dress. I was 18 at the time and Janine wa

Introduction: A young girl takes the subway downtown to go shopping. The guy standing behind her has other ideas. I had just turned 18 at the time, and my first credit card was burning a hole in my purse. I decided one day to skip afternoon classes and head downtown to do some heavy. There had been some sort of problems with the subways earlier so it was sta

Here is another story, which started out with a real experience. It has become tradition that our wedding anniversary dinner takes place in Tivoly in Copenhagen and that it has to be rather daring. It is an occasion where we are both aware that it is acceptable to talk and act as sexily as we dare. Poul wants me to wear as light clothes as possible and I demand that he wears baggy shor

Jan Ormand made her way through the crush of rush hour pedestrians and literally fought her way to the stairway that led to the subway beneath down town Chicago’s State Street. “Good grief I pray my car’s ready for tomorrow,” she muttered under her breath while slipping a buck and a half to the toll taker who sat in an air conditioned booth one flight above the tracks. It was hot in Ch

Introduction: Living on the road, Sam and Dean share a lot of things. But until today, girlfriends hadn't been among those things… threesome, NOT wincest. Sam/OFC/Dean. Rated M for a reason. Dean slapped her hand away from his belt buckle. "Babe, not right now," he chided. "I'm driving." "So? You can multitask," she cooed, ignoring the rebuke and reaching aga

Introduction: Cold winds and horny hearts (First verse) On top of old smoky; All covered with snow; I lost my true lover; By courtin’ too slow. (Revised version) On top of old smoky; All covered in snow; I found my true lover; As the cold winds did blow. On Top of Old Smoky Eastern Kentucky Hills 1935 Melissa Merryman knew she was in trouble, perhaps deep,

Introduction: The Weatherfield eight was on trial so we went down to watch Note none of the names used here are genuine but you can probably work out who they are...The trialMe and Al had nothing better to do so we went down Weatherfield Assizes where they had the trial of the Weatherfield eight going on.The Judge looked a right twat with a grey wig looking l

Even on the elevator ride up to their room, Mark and Cindy couldn’t keep their hands off each other. With their lips locked together in a passionate kiss, Mark glanced up watching which floor they were on. “Bing”, the elevator landed on their floor, as the couple headed out to the open balcony to their room. Walking fast, they almost knocked over a kid yelling to his father in the pa