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I looked in to the camera, and said: " maybe later". I wanted to see how she would react and frankly, she was angrier then I thought she would be. She took my balls in[…]

Part Three I woke up with a headache. Confusion rained supreme. I hadn’t been that drunk, but at least for a minute I let myself believe I let what happened happen because I was drunk.[…]

We sit with our feet in the lake.When ever we kiss your body begins to shake.As my hands move slowly through your hair.Ihold you tight so you know that im here.After our kiss I look[…]

There was no mistaking the anger in Bella’s eyes as she watched her boyfriend, Colin, down a shot of tequila, his third in a row. She grabbed his arm, swaying slightly he signaled his friend[…]

This story has been written from what I have been told to me by a very close (and intimate) friend- it was her first experience and I have used her story and written it in[…]

The Gift of Life – CAW #9 It was a cold, rainy, wet, miserable afternoon, and the last place Hal Binks wanted to be was up an electrical pole. However, he told himself, that was[…]

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn,[…]

The Devil's Pact Servants' Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Four: The Artist's First Day Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47. Thanks to b0b for beta reading! Wednesday, March 19th, 2014 –[…]

The Dark Man The walls seemed to vibrate from the echo inside the village hall. Every second inherited another boom, and then a crackling fizzle as the cheap speakers failed to keep up with the[…]

The After Seeding a Second Wave 1 /> One year after the Seeding 4 Mille had been having a hard time controlling their daughter, though she had the enhancements like her husband John, she still[…]

I write for money. I have several clients. A few more couldn't hurt. Email me at for MORE of my already written, and ongoing writing commissions, or if you are looking for a writer BB[…]

As I sat sipping my long island ice tea I noticed a few things. The first was that I was actually in a bar drinking and wasn’t old enough to drink. One of the perks[…]

Most stories about losing one's virginity are pretty much the same; an awkward hump after the prom, a clumsy fuck during summer vacation. You've probably heard many stories like it and most likely experienced one[…]

I must have missed him on the station platform the next day, and it was the following Monday before I saw him again, Craig (as I had decided to call him). As usual, he turned[…]

Fbailey story number 360 Anyone Want A Molded Chair I made a mold of my wife’s butt. First I did it in plaster of Paris and then I had her sit in it. I had[…]

– 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[…]