Adult Writers Den

A husband takes his wife to play her first game of golf….. Of course, the wife promptly hacked her first shot right through the window of the biggest house adjacent to the course. The husband[…]

“Hey Ra, take a look.” Noel was walking in the downtown square, glancing into the windows of the various stores; Crafts”, “Silver City The gazelle was getting close to the alleyway where Quadre, and his[…]

This happened a few years ago, back when I was younger. My younger brother and I lived with our single mother, our father having left us for some slut a long time ago. Anyway, our[…]

My name is Eric, I’m 13 years old, 5’ 7’’, I’m slim but am quite fit. I dye my hair blue a few times a year and I’m relatively popular. My eyes are greenish gold[…]

Jay and Faith (Chapter 1) Jay was s 29 year old teacher in the local high school. He also coached the soccer teams at the school. During the summer he worked an extra job at[…]

I submit this as a standalone story for the forum’s Summer competition. I warn you that it is pure romance, albeit with a climax that befits the site. I adapted it from a roleplay and[…]

He woke up in the morning like he always did. It was 7:00 a.m. when he got out of bed. Crawling out of his bed, he picked up his phone from the charger and headed[…]

The story is clearly of a nature please don't read on if your into that. Chapter 1 Jazz stood naked in the middle of her bedroom floor, the thick grey carpet feeling lush beneath her[…]

In the mid 1970’s when I was just fifteen – I was involved in some amateur dramatics as a bit of fun – and a good way of meeting girls. The show was a period[…]

It started out looking like a day when we were going to be out by the pool all alone for the holiday. I was online as usual and Debbie was just messing around as she[…]

Q. Why are roach clips called roach clips? A. Because "pot holder" was already taken. story by: Crude Guy

That Special Summer In May of 1988, I was a confused senior in high school. Confused primarily with my goals and desires for a future, and also dismayed by the breakdown of my love life.[…]

Back when I was about twenty, my old dad said to me, over a beer one day, “A divorced woman is a bit like a used car.” I had to ask him what he meant[…]

Before she had gone off for the day, earlier that morning, Jen had dressed in a gray business suit. Her long brown hair flowed behind her, tied neatly in a white scrunchy. She had a[…]

It had been a while since I had been having sex with my mother, and my buddy from school, and not too forget the two guys I had met online, so all in all I[…]

Lisa was tired, her brown hair, which usually hung freely around her shoulders, was a mess, and there were beads of sweat begining to take shape on her back. Her brow was fixed in frustration[…]