Adult Writers Den

Flesha was seating in the jrotc during lunch on day. The office was full of people getting ready for a color guard that after noon. They just finished packing the gear up when the ball[…]

My name is James. I was 16, and I went to a private school in England. I’m a keen sportsman, with the toned body which goes with it. My sexual experience is limited; I’d managed[…]

The school bell rang as everyone scrambled to find there seats. At the front of the room, John Davis (more commonly referred to as Mr. D) smiled as he watched his students sit down. "Alright[…]

Now read this before you moan about spelling and grammar. “I don’t give a crap. It’s a story. We don’t get paid for this, so crawl back into your hole if you don’t like my[…]

This story happened towards the start of summer last year. I wake up and it’s Saturday and got to get the grass cut and few things around the yard done. I get all of that[…]

****This is my first story so please be kind. Also, I'm trying to decide if I want this to be a series, so there isn't a lot of sex, mostly trying to set everything up.[…]

Author's Notes I'm having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I'm still writing. I'm just having a hard time finding[…]

My coworker Jim had been playing racquetball weekly for about six months at his apartment complex, we had a standing reservation for the court every Thursday night from 7-9. The complex had a small "fitness[…]

This is the third and final part of my story with Fred at public school. After the wild night I experienced (part 2), things quietened down for a while. Fred had seen me come and[…]

once again I would like to thank you all for taking the time to read my story. I'm trying my best to make it enjoyable for everyone so please take the time to rate it[…]

Sequel to; “But honey, it was only a dance.” Linda tells her story to a friend. Note: There is no sex in this story To all the readers who asked that the questions be answered,[…]

Two men waiting at the Pearly Gates strike up a conversation. "How'd you die?" the first man asks the second. "I froze to death," says the second. "That's awful," says the first man. "How does[…]

It was a warm summer day when John finished mowing the yard. He was about to go inside and clean up when the moving truck pulled up to the house next door. it was followed[…]

I looked out the window while my teacher, Mr. Lewis, talked on about something. Our high school was located out of town, so from here I could see the woods. I imagined a guy with[…]

'Waiting isn’t an easy thing to do' I think to myself as I sit across the table from my date. I look at him and inspect his features. Strong shoulders, newly shaven face, and a[…]

Diana. This is a true story, as it has been told to me from an American friend. I just his story… If wrongly translated, or wrong phrases, please bear with me… Mostly you can read[…]