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Angel A Novel By: S. Stevenson The Selection Part Two Master’s House The first three women entered the Master’s home and just started to look around. When they noticed that Beth had stopped at the[…]

Something was jabbing me in the stomach. I opened my eyes, to see absolutely bugger all. There was a big screen of brown. I was completely disorientated, as falling out of your bed in the[…]

Sophie woke up the next morning alone, which was something she’d long since decided she didn’t like. She generally preferred to wake up cuddling with someone, whether it was Matt, Alexis, or someone else she’d[…]

Alexa. Extreme measures. This story is a bit experimental; I decided to write my previous story ‘Extreme measures' from Alexa's point of view. You don't have to have read the previous story to grasp this[…]

Inside Me —– 11 — “How much do you really know my brother?” I asked Montana as I sat down at our lunch table with my tray. “What do you mean?” “I know you two[…]

The story you are about to read includes very explicit reference to sex. If you are not old enough to read this story where you live, or if you object to frank language about sex,[…]

I stand in the shower. Warm water caresses my 18-year-old, body. I scrub my hair with shampoo. I hear the alarm beep. I figure it was my mom or dad opening the door so I[…]

Jessica felt awkward last Friday she and her friend Heather had done something bad. Very bad. She and her friend were students at the Catholic School St. Michaels, and she was a good Catholic School[…]

Goldie, a recently widowed Jewish lady, was sitting on a Florida beach near Venice. She looked up and noticed that an elderly gentleman had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand nearby and began[…]

Okay here is the next installment. I have lost my direction for the story so Its not entirely to my liking. I am working on getting it back on track and perhaps a little more[…]

I know I should be studying, but all I can think about is the way my sister’s nipples look when it’s cold and she’s not wearing a bra. I can’t stop thinking about how perfect[…]

Ten years ago my wife and I had a 15 year-old South American exchange student come live with us for six months. On several weekends while she was with us, a friend she met from[…]

Sara By Blueheatt ….. I grew up across the street from a wooded area, we just called it ‘the woods’. All us boys and some girls love to play all day over there. My dad[…]

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the deions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first[…]

My wife Anne Marie and I have the greatest relationship in the world. Granted, many find it, well, unconventional to say the least, but great just the same. We have the deepest love and respect[…]

I opened the door to welcome our guests. Jan and Tim walked inside. “Hi Ben” they chimed in unison. “Is the birthday girl awake?” “Oh yeah” I smiled, had our morning breakfast and a couple[…]