Fiction - Page 158
“Asshole”, I yelled out the window, while simultaneously honking my horn at the car that whizzed by me. People can be so rude during the afternoon ride home, I thought. I went back to surfing my preset Sirius XM channels



(Note: I'm back. Looks like this will be a once a month sort of thing. Nothing really to say on this one though besides that this is still fiction and that I would still appreciate criticism with negative votes. Or just criticism in general since, you know, I'd like to improve
3 months ago my son Brian suggested that we play strip poker for our family Saturday night together. Of course my daughter Amanda and I weren't too sure about it, but although, Amanda quickly came up with some logic on it, so we played strip poker as a family



Ch 3 “This was fun, I haven’t had sex like this. My husband only like to have sex in the missionary position, and I don’t know why, he only wants to have sex with a condom on”, said Eva as she took off what remain of her shirt



32 DAYS BEFORE THE CONCERT “So Kurenai- sensei, why are you doing this for us?” Naruto and his new wife Hinata were at Konoha Teahouse with Kurenai sipping warm tea from ornate glasses
The evening was a chilly one, though the sky was clear of any clouds. I hung up the phone, a little nervous at the devious plan that had been assembled. I bit my lip, wondering if it would be possible to pull off
As glistening spume is blown ashore, as bubbles glow in all five colours of the rainbow, as mussel shells are bright with mother of pearl, so was Crete lucent to my eyes



For those with a short attention span, this may not be for you. There is a lot of story background, not just sex. Thanks to those of you who have liked the story so far and I hope you enjoy this just as much
I’m Cody, I’m 19 years old and this is the story of how my sexual dreams came true. My friend, Fred, had a super hot Mom. She was 5 ft 8, about 38 years old and had long blonde hair. She had been single ever since her husband cheated on her. Her name was Lucy


“Woowee! Yeah! Another shot, please!” I cheered as the bartender slid another shot glass filled with Tequila down the bar to me. I caught and gulped it down in one swift motion. I shook my head and shuttered at the sting as it slid down my throat and warmed up my midsection even more
rdner, I'm 16 years old, and I live with my mom and older sister in California, from what my friends tell me as well as most of the girls at my high-school say, I'm quite the attractive fella, I have short black hair with frosted tips, a well toned body thanks to me being on the wrestleing team, and
k Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment


Shay came home late at night from her job. She wasn’t married…didn’t have a boyfriend to speak of….and her nearest family was states away from her. One of her few pleasures was online chatting….most of it was pretty innocent…but sometimes they tended to get pretty naughty
A Holiday with Friends Andy and I had been on a training exercise in North Africa with our regiment, we were ready for a holiday. We had spent the first few days just chilling out during the day and going to bars in the evenings
"Hello, come in out of the cold. Can I assist you?" I greeted the woman warmly as she came into the shop. It was very cold this winter's afternoon, down in the single digits. I was surprised to see anyone out on such a day