The Charity Store The shop was just like any other charity shop, rows of second hand clothes on moveable racks, old books, toys, nick nacks, paintings, photographs, books, CDs, tools, cutlery, plates, musical instruments some[…]
This story is just a piece of fiction hope you readers enjoy and your positive comments are welcome on /> Last year, I went to pursue my further studies in the United States, on a[…]
Standing in the shower with the hot water cleansing her body, Liz started thinking back on what had just happened. She was such an independent woman that she found it difficult to relinquish control to[…]
My First Mastrabation – Part 2 Read the first part of the story if you haven't already! "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!" I was in deep shit. I was laying on her bed, covered[…]
Dean woke up in his dorm room and immediately noticed that his beautiful girlfriend, Amanda, wasn’t wrapped beneath his arm. Sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he tried to[…]
She looks at her phone, 'be there at 8pm, or else.' the text sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Time for a bath and to get ready she thought. She looked through her[…]
Scott opened his eyes to see Tiana sleeping peacefully next to him, her head resting comfortably on his arm. The sun streamed across her hair and lit the highlights with golden flames. “What a nice[…]
This was about three years ago. I was off from work one day and my roommate at the time, Gail, was at work. I was laying around the house, being lazy, sipping wine and had[…]
My life changed when I turned 12 years old, I no longer played with dolls, games or any childhood things! The reason being that my Dad saw me looking at his dick while he was[…]
The Joy of Teenage Bodies – Part 1 My wife Sarah was having one of her usual girly-gathering evenings in our house. I knew what that meant of course. I was sent out of the[…]
Jessica's Tale. Part I By Gilt Yardbird A young girl gets drunk on a night out. This is my very first story so please be kind and dont let it put you off reading. When[…]
Why me? Why do I get stuck going to all these out the way places? We have thirty-two techs in this company and whenever something breaks in some backwoods little town that isn't even on[…]
On the way home Maria was strangely silent, usually she chatters all the time, she lay back in her seat with her eyes closed and a wide smile on her lips, I guessed that she[…]
It had been about two months since i transfered schools and moved to my new neighborhood. I was not the best looking kid but i guess its true that personality matters most because i had[…]
When I was 13 years old, I was a typical little white boy who lived in Highland Park California. that is a Hispanic suburb in north east los Angeles. there were a lot of Mexican[…]
This a biographical story which continues to this day. Petra norton A LOVING DAUGHTER Part 1 Petra was only 13 when her mum died and although she was very upset it was nothing to the[…]