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Nataly and I had been talking online and the phone for a while then we met for drinks. OK I had a Pepsi and she had tea, 🙂 She wanted me to push her limits.[…]

Fbailey story number 436 Billy's Mom I had always liked Billy’s mother because she always gave us fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven along with a big glass of chocolate milk.[…]

I had and still have a dominating older sister who was a real cruel bitch growing up. I never could understand her motives of being so cruel. She made straight A’s in school and had[…]

Q. What’s better than a rose on your piano? A. Tulips on your organ. story by: Crude Guy

“No babe, I’m telling you, he doesn’t wear anything under that robe.” My neighbor, Mr. Joe, was talking to his wife. It was 8:00 on a Saturday night, and my dad and I were all[…]

I allways was shy in school and when it comes to appraching someone like talking to a teacher about an assignment or a just talking to anyoneI don't know that well was a challenge. Some[…]

He works a stressful job. Deadlines are tight, and he is constantly under scrutiny. The pay is good, but sometimes he asks himself if it’s worth it. If it wasn’t for his bike, it’s a[…]

Chapter 4 Three thumping knocks sounded through the door. Dakota showed little shame. From the front room, even through the thick hardwood door, her muffled screams of pleasure would have been heard by the sentries.[…]

I didn’t often talk about my life, because I knew people often had problems believing certain details even though I had been on several TV series which were often shown in reruns. It was true[…]

Okay I’m 25 and every year I go skiing, sometimes different places, sometimes the same. This time around I am in Canada going to Lake Louise. I arrive to my hotel and decide that I’m[…]

The Second Incident Sarah Eisenhain had sobbed herself to sleep, her terrified whimpers muffled into her pillow and her door locked and bolted shut. What if her father tried to come for her? What if[…]

“THE FUN WE HAD BACK IN THE DAY“ (PART TWO) In part one I introduced you to two kids, alone, who found each other. And whether or not it is acceptable, by the of our[…]

My life for the most part of it has been controlled. My parents were not the type to just sit back and watch while I played. No, they put a whole army between the swing[…]

HOME COMING I ease my house key into the front door lock and open the door as quietly as possible hoping he didn't hear me as I lay my bag on the floor and close[…]

We got stares everywhere that we went. At first, when we were younger, it bothered us greatly. But, as we got older we didn't care. Let me explain by starting at the beginning. Our father[…]

It’s difficult to find a good start for my story. A relationship with your own father doesn’t just start. Still I feel the urge to write it down. For him as much as for myself.[…]