Adult Writers Den

[i] [b] I went to the theatre with my boyfriend. It was a moderatley seual flick. I was wearing a short skirt and a zipper front blouse. There was an older man sitting to my[…]

I was deep in the forest and it was getting dark, light was running scarce. Only my red cloak and hood shielded me from the fierce cold. There was a crackle behind me, I couldn’t[…]

“Evening, Slut.” The word causes an uncontrollable stirring, as she feels excitement & anticipation begin to seep slowly from her aching body. She bows her head subserviently as she allows his strong arms to pull[…]

Chapter 3 I awake in the morning my ass burning. I turn around to see an empty spot in the bed. I sigh and sit up in the bed by myself. I hear the shower[…]

Zully has been my best friend since we were barely able to walk. She and I have always done everything together. We pretty much grew up like sisters. But even though we were so close[…]

My name's Charlie and this is the story of how one phone call would change my life forever. I'm 25 years old and I live in New York City. This story begins on a pretty[…]

Chapter 20: A new friend is Born! “I don’t think we need to go through what we did in October, do you?” I asked. He shook his head no. “It’s just I wanted to bring[…]

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[…]

Note: This is a continuation of my stories I have been writing, go back and read the others. I opened my eyes only to be blinded by the sun sparkling off the water. I got[…]

It all started when we had a blizzard, 3 of my other friends decided to have a huge snowball fight/capture the flag. So we started off into the woods. My girlfriend and me went in[…]

Part 3 of 3, final part. Please read the first two sections before this one, as it will clear things up, and make most of you appreciate this more. Thank you. Jon pulled into the[…]

This is a true story, however i changed the names of the people. When i was 17 i used to go help my dad at work, my dad cleaned a private school at night and[…]

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[…]

<b>Day 2</b> After the first night, I was truly terrified of running into Sharon. She'd seen me so clearly through the bathroom window, and had clearly heard me as I came while groaning her name[…]

I wrote this story for my friend, who's mentioned obviously. It's fiction and as I'm not a writer myself, it's not of great quality from a writer's standpoint. I hope the story itself is enjoyable[…]

Its saturday night, my friend Janet and i were walking into the dance club to meet some friends from work. Im not ususally the type to go out,because i dont drink, but i needed to[…]