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Kelly's Sleepover By: Captain Wowza Hey all! This is my very first story! It's kinda short, but what the hell. Leave comments, good and bad. I'll continue this series and I'm sure my writing will get better. I appreciate all feedback

Author’s note: This story is based on real life events that occurred to me. The names have all been changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent

It’s not that I didn’t like sex it’s just that I never thought about it. I understood how things worked and were everything went but I just wasn’t interested in it until one day. It all started one Friday night

“What was that?” She gasped, “What did you just do to me?” That was perhaps the most important of the many things my new friend and I discussed the first time I visited her home. It had begun with a phone call

The comment section has been restricted to members only due to abuse from spammers and other idiots. Please feel free to PM your comments to me. Lucky Mann Edited to meet the new age rule. Parts 1-4 have been combined to make it easier for the reader

There’s a pretty useful interstellar law that got passed decades ago: if you catch a stowaway on your ship, you can do whatever you want to ‘em without ‘em having any way to stop yayou They passed this law to discourage spacings

I stood there leaning up against the front fender of Shelly's van. She was sitting behind the wheel, She was about as perverted as I was. We had become good friends through the years, and we had shared alot of stories about ourselves, with one another

Moving to a new town and a new school is one of the hardest things a teenage girl can do, to leave behind every friend I have made and have to start all over again, to make new friends, get used to the town, the school and the teachers

Let me start my telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Tyler and I am 18 years old from Northern California. I'm about six foot tall, 175 pounds, muscular built with well defined abs

She Only Wore a Shirt to the Funeral By Ken Haramiru Check my blog at to find both my free and commercial erotica

Sometimes, a man just has to start over. He's cruising along, enjoying life, and suddenly he's face down in the mud. That kind of thing changes a guy. If he's lucky, things turn out for the best. * * * * * Frank, the division manager, called me into his office

The women at work tend to take up most of my time on a daily basis

The next few days were fairly regular days compared to the last couple weeks of my life. I was able to have Sue over the next night, and I met with Ashley again the day after that to do similar play to what we had done before

It was summer 1980, I was working at my first full time job so I had some cash available when my friend invited me along for a weekend at the shore. His girlfriend at the time was renting a beach house for the week with a few of her college friends

The Remembrance… In the distant past, in the time of the old world, our people once dreamed of flying among the stars; and then made it happen. They had conquered and reshaped the old world; building great cities here and on the eternal moon far above us in the evening skies

It was a pretty typical summer night. I had just graduated high school, and was trying to stay out with my friends every night before college started. We didn’t do a lot, we lived in a small town, so there wasn’t really anything too do, especially at night

Hand of Love Ed was walking down a dark street on night, alone, but not drunk. He was too sad to get drunk. Instead he chose the long walk home in the rain through the park. As he entered the grassy boundaries of the park he noticed a hump on one of the benches

This was a story I wrote for a friend through an IM. Hope you like it. ______ Paula was 21, her friend Doc, who she'd been friends with since Highschool was 22. He'd always thought about her as more of a friend, than a partner. She however, had always been interested in him

"Sorry" I said cowering back as I bumped into a 12 grade senior on my way to my third period science class. Finally, I got there without anymore trouble or worries and as I sat down I saw her

This is part four of my long-neglected story, “Dad, I Have a Question.” It isn't absolutely necessary to read the earlier chapters to understand this one, but, like I said before, it can't hurt