Adult Writers Den

Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck, screw a kangaroo. It seems you had a lot of fun this weekend at the Zoo. You’re a little freaky, I never would of guessed. Sooo…when you sit at home[…]

My name is Charlie. I’m a 65 year old widower, living in an assisted care facility. I have lived here ever since I suffered a stroke, and now have only three months or so to[…]

Blair Underwood scanned her notes as she made he?r way to the news desk for the afternoon telecast on WKLT. She used her pencil to scribble in some additional information in the margin, while at[…]

It had been a little over a week since our late night church fuck fest. I was hanging out with Jeremy, trying to piece together who was doing what with who during all the darkness.[…]

There Can Be Only One Chapter 5 As I lay on my bed in my room I couldn’t help but smile to myself, what a day it has been and its only half way through.[…]

Mrs. Simms. She was my English teacher in the tenth, eleventh and twelfth grades. I will never, ever forget her. Mrs. Simms was in her mid to late forties when I had her. She was[…]

In order to get to the full story, I need to begin with what happened to bring me to the experiences with my friend’s female dog It all started last year when I saw a[…]

-so fellow goths punks and rejects Pyro and Ravin I woke up to the sun glaring through the window. It was Monday morning, I had to go to school in a hour so I took[…]

Fbailey story number 185 Loosey Lucy When I was in the fifth grade I was eleven years old, flat chested and I didn’t even have hair on my pussy yet but that didn’t stop Billy[…]

The winter was hard, both because of the weather and because it kept Anna inside, where her father could easily find her. She simply shut her mind off after a while, sitting and sewing or[…]

Sara was awakened by the usual sound of her loud, annoying alarm. “Damn thing.” she thought, “I wish I could figure out how to set this thing.” She rolled over in her bed and hit[…]

Katy’s Late Night Project By rutger5 (An Original Story 2011) Katy looked down at her phone as it vibrated on her desk. Her well manicured finger pushed a button and she saw that it was[…]

POW 2 Crack! I awoke to a whip snapping on my bottom early the next morning. I’d slept in the guestroom, and at some point in the night, the blanket had slid halfway across onto[…]

Fbailey story number 463 Last In When my fifteen-year-old daughter read about a Brazilian woman whose short, pink dress caused a near riot at a private college and led to her expulsion and subsequent reinstatement,[…]

THE TWELFTH DAY The new mode of life I was about to begin, said Duclos, obliges me to draw your attention, Messieurs, to my personal appearance and character at the time; one is better able[…]

The phone continued to ring. The large piles of blankets shifted but only a little. The ringing phone seemed to get louder and louder. Finally the blankets would move and a hand would slide out[…]