Fiction

I never saw myself as the type of girl who was pretty, a girl who turned heads and got boys attention. I guess you could say I was a tomboy, hiding my feminine nature. That's why when Mr Lewis started showing interest, I was simply in a dream. It all started one Spring. Mr Lewis was my neighbour and I mowed his lawn for him, considering his old age . He would always thank me with a chat and an ice-cold glass of iced tea. One day I'd finished mowing his lawn, my parents were away for the weekend so I...

Ally buries her face in her pillow and bites down on it as she feels the tight ring that is her anus spreading apart to accommodate simply the head of her friend Dean's extraordinarily wide and long cock. She screams into the cloth as the orifice that has never been entered before is stretched beyond the threshold of pain she can withstand. Ally is currently lying face down on her bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that Dean has pulled down to her ankles. Before attempting to enter her ass he had spread a large portion...

Barbara Lewis sat at her kitchen table in her apartment with a worried look on her face. In front of her on the table were a bunch of bills. She was behind on them, some by even more than thirty days, and she needed close to $1000 dollars to pay them all off. She hadn’t a clue as to how she was going to achieve that feat. Well, there was one way, but she wasn’t sure she could do it. About two days before, her friend Lena had told her about this underground place she had went to once in the...

Chapter 10 So, that’s how it all started. As I write this, I am sitting in the one-bedroom apartment I share with my brother at university. My parents pay the rent so they, obviously, know our living arrangement. Eric and I live as husband and wife at college. Yes, we realized that we had fallen in love with each other, even though we knew we shouldn’t let it happen. Our parents found out about us when I was eighteen and a senior in high school. We screwed up. Just once, but we screwed up. On a school night, Eric came into...

Hi, my name is Sally and I’m 32 year old I’m a freelance graphic artist and I live in Toronto. I moved to Canada 7 years ago when I got divorced and those 7 years have been very happy both personally and professionally. I was at home watching TV when the phone rang. It was my ex-husband, Frank, and it was a surprise as we have only exchanged a couple of Christmas cards since our divorce. Frank was at the airport with his son Stephen. They were about to go Mexico for a two week holiday but he had been called...

I am going to be blunt here I am dyslexic, my spelling is going to be ropey and my grammar just plain bad but as I only learnt to read at 14 I don’t really care. If you don’t want to read it don’t but if you do don’t tell me at the end to learn to spell. This was more about me writing something for myself than anyone else. Oh and if you read it and I have used the wrong word over and over let me know, I once handed in a project with practical instead of particle every...

Growing up, I thought I knew how my life was going to pan out. I had graduated from High School 3 years prior, and now I was working my way through College. Eventually I would graduate with my degree, find a job somewhere, save money, and get my own place. I figured at some point I would also find a nice girl to bring home and introduce to the family, but unfortunately for me, I'm kind of shy when it comes to women. It's been a problem that has plagued me since I developed my first crush in 2nd Grade. I...

Shannon and the girls went to their doctors for an 8 week check up, and everything was ok with the girls, and Shannon’s injuries were almost healed up. The doctor gave Shannon the ok to start working out, and in a few more weeks she could resume normal sexual activities without any restrictions. She had gone to see a plastic surgeon, and he fixed up her scar, so it was not visible. She got herself a personal trainer to work herself back into shape. She swam a lot in the pool. I got her into playing golf. She took lesson at...

Merrie England, in the seventeenth century... The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path, Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom? asked a familiar voice. She looked up, John, Lord Caisterdale's son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion. Yes, she agreed quietly as...

Nervous. I was definitely nervous. Butterflies were flying around my stomach and my leg couldn't keep still as I sit in my car in the alleyway of my History teachers' house. We had sex in her classroom before she offered to take me back to her house and fuck me...for a long, long time. To make me scream and cum for her over and over again. Then she fingered and sucked me off to an amazing orgasm. I shiver at the memory. I had no idea why I was so nervous, but I decide to take a leap of faith. I...