Adult Writers Den

Death by Fucking © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Chapter 23 A Lifetime of Love The Year 50 Donnie’s Story Old. I used to complain that I was getting old. But now I’ve been old seemingly[…]

Tara walked in a way that caught everyone's attention, guy or girl. Jake noticed her everyday as she walked across campus. Jake always wanted to ask her out, but he had heard so many stories[…]

Nikki sat on the couch with Drake’s arms wrapped around her. It was almost New Years day and they were watching the ball drop on television. At midnight Drake kissed Nikki and his hands began[…]

THE DEAL My name is Dan! I live by myself since my wife died 2 ½ years ago of cancer. We were together since our first year of college! we were in deep love with[…]

Giada fidgeting with her short dress, clearing her throat uneasily as I sat at the bar. Men were staring at her. The dress I sent her is very short and the sharp, lethal looking stilettos[…]

This is my first first time publishing, but I wrote this story while I was still in high school. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Enjoy! My name is Emily. I am 26 years old and[…]

A very happy guy, named Bill Smith, entered a nursing home. All of the staff and patients had to remark how bubbly and full of life he seemed. Then one day a nurse noticed the[…]

Sam decided to put off doing the work order for Bonnie for a couple of days as he wanted to be ready just in case he could get her in a comprimising position. As he[…]

My Secretary Cathy is my lover in both the physical and emotional sense. Cathy loves almost everybody, especially those of us who salute her when she walks by. I have no other female lover. My[…]

Chapter 4 – Strange times. Charles awoke from a pain in his chest like he had been shot. As he opened his eyes he saw that he was in a room that looked like the[…]

It must have been later than I had expected, the sun was down but during this time of year it usually went down close to 7 or 8pm anyway, but tonite I had the distict[…]

It was late at night in Pattaya-a beach resort south of Bangkok, Thailand, when I decided to go for a walk around the local nightspots. It was 1988 Pattaya was well known as one of[…]

Late Ten By Systematic “Are you ready for the game?” Kylie asked me. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” “I heard you got hurt.” “Brett mistook me for the Superbowl.” The place: my house. More[…]

Thursday August, 25, 2005 Instead, it got a lot worse. Or at least it did for Dr. Martin, who I walked down stairs to find on our TV screen, explaining to a phalanx of reporters[…]

[If you haven't read my first two Rush writings, go back, reread them, and THEN read this. Otherwise, it won't make much sense.] Melanie got back to Kissa’s room to find her still sleeping soundly,[…]

I was out late at night on a Saturday. I had been at a nightclub with a few friends, and they were drunk. I was sober, I don't drink. (That's probably why they asked me[…]