Author’s Notes “The final part in my series of stories written when I was sixteen or seventeen years old, with the quirks that implies mostly left intact. The series is linked by theme and period written rather than plot, so can be read in any order, …
Author’s Notes “Another story written from my horny sixteen-year-old imagination, and since tidied up. The original spirit and style is largely untouched, however, so beware not to consume soft drink whilst reading it, as some sections may cause it to come out of your nose.” …
Author’s Notes “I first wrote this story when I was sixteen years old, and posted it on Lush ten years later. Reading it now, I think it’s pretty hilarious, so I’m leaving it here for posterity!” “We’ll be back by nine mum,” Julia shouted as …
Author’s Notes “My first gay male story, written when I was sixteen with a bit of tidying up.” “Do you want to look at some porn?” I asked James, my friend from University who was visiting my family home for a few days. “Yeah, okay,” …
“Why is it that when you’re bored there is nothing on the television but info-mercials, but when there is something that has to be done all your favorite shows are playing at once,” I ask myself. I glance at the clock on the stereo, 3:14am. God …
As I was raising my daughter, Jenna, I wondered how she became the free spirit that she was. My then-wife was quite conservative. Diana stopped short of wearing dresses constantly, but her shorts and skirts were always at least knee-length. She always wore a bra, even in bed, despite …
A n October Afternoon. It was a slow in the office that early October afternoon so Wendy left early for the day. Pulling into her driveway, she saw her son Brandon’s car which meant he’d already picked up his younger sister, Brittany, from high school cheerleading practice. …
I sat sipping leisurely on the mug of hot chocolate that Tom had so graciously made only moments ago. As I did, warm sensations began to kindle within my stomach. He had my full attention as he sipped from his own. I watched intently as his …
George walked round the corner of the house and stopped in his tracks. She was stark bollock naked. She was face down on a blanket sunning herself in the late spring warmth, her arms above her head and legs slightly apart. Sun glasses and tan lotion …
