Adult Writers Den

Dandelion Girl One beautiful May day I looked out the window and saw my neighbor picking dandelions out of my lawn. For a thirty-year-old mother of two Trish was hot! Both of her kids were[…]

We all went water skiing and water boarding on the lake. I got to drive one of the pontoons we had out there. We all jumped off of the pontoons and later ass just met[…]

A first attempt at a series, hoping to develop more at writing and keep them coming. I was an early bloomer, what started out as a flat chested, no shape stick body began budding quickly[…]

We arrived at Mags’ house to find the door open. I went ahead of her in case someone was in the house and when I entered I could see someone had been in the house.[…]

My eyes started to open. Light pouring in from my window, I stretched, yawned, and turned my head to my clock which read 11:15. I thought about it, but couldn’t remember what day it was.[…]

Growing up in a rural area made it hard to socalize with people my own age or of other ages for that matter. My brother was eight years older than me and my best friend[…]

The Big Time by Michael K. Smith I was lying on a lounge chair out by the pool when my kid sister's sort-of-boyfriend scared the crap out of me. I mean, I was half asleep,[…]

Dani was a 15 year old French stunner! She had long blonde hair down to her ass, perfect breasts, flat stomach and long legs. Trouble was … she was my cousin. She lived with her[…]

And so the debate continues as to what and who I am. Many consider me a madman, a debauched villain or a new form of evil. Mayhap I am, although I embrace the fact that[…]

Preface: What thoughts, wants and needs are inside any person and what makes them suppress or express certain desires, what makes them act on those desires. Is it morality which determines self control and where[…]

To start, I am a 20 year old man, and I've never really considered myself anything other than straight. I can't think of a man in a romantic sense, (I could never kiss a man[…]

At 13 years old, spending a good part of my summer with a broken arm was not ideal, but what choice did I have? It was my own fault; I'd slid into home hard, intending[…]

Life’s Strange Turns, Part 2 The phone rang, waking both Karen and myself with a start. We’d slept for only about 15 minutes. “Well, it would have been bad to sleep longer, but it would[…]

Jackson had pestered me for years. He moved to my school in the fifth grade, and immediately asked me to marry him. Of course, I couldn’t stand him-I thought he was a chubby, annoying loser.[…]

A Teenage Escort. Part 1. The Training My family was fairly poor, no, really poor. As a child through high school I was teased about my clothes, shoes, everything other kids had that were nicer.[…]

Krissy was late getting home from school. I had no idea where she was and I was getting quite upset. She knows that she is suppose to come straight home and this isn't the first[…]