Fiction - Page 834
Rebecca and Robyn The sky was clear not a visible cloud for miles in any direction, there was a large palm tree casting shade on the spot where Rebecca had clambered out of the warm Indian ocean and passed out after the three mile swim she and the other two had no choice but do
As the hum of the computer interrupted me from my far away thoughts I looked for the Second life icon and double clicked it. Within minutes I would be in the virtual world I loved so much. I go by the name Emma in there. In there I could act out any sexual fantasy



My First Speeding Ticket I guess you could say that I was a fast driver starting out. My dad raced, his dad raced, and it kind of ran in the family. The only problem is, a lot of people didn't associate girls with racing
I lazily wake knowing that it is Saturday and then smile because I know that Kendra spent the night last night. I roll to my side to find her beautiful face still peacefully sleeping. She has a few locks of hair that has fallen across her face



I had been lying in my bed for an hour now thinking about way had happen today. I never thought that I was gay in any way, but after having what happen to me happen, I knew that I was some what gay, maybe bi



“Alright, the first step to solving this mystery has to be figuring out exactly what’s going on. I’m gonna need a sperm sample.” Mei had taken Milo to her office; it was after hours and the clinic wasn’t 24/7 so they’d have some privacy



This is my entry in the May 2012 Calling All Writers event
Knock. Knock. Knock. There was some movement behind the door; I was expecting Will to open the door. "Hello, Ryan. William is upstairs getting ready. I told him he was going to be late" Mrs. Bin stood to the side to allow me to slip past the door. I put on a smile and thanked her



May tugged down her skirt as she stepped off the bus. She’d never complain, but she always felt a little subconscious when she commuted to and from work. When she was actually inside Skim Milk working, she didn’t mind



I am Deepika, a 16 year old girl and I live in Kolkata, India. As you read my last story about how I was fucked by Rajiv and his friends in the school bus. In the days that went by I underwent a sea change as did my reputation in the school, Of course amongst select circles



I was walking from college tired and hungry. Well what's new about that ? My name is Alex and I'm 22. I'm 5'6, blonde athletic women, I used to play soccer but because of a knee injury I had to stop, I also have small boobs that I'm pretty ashamed of. Oh and also I'm gay
Walking back to my car in the high school parking lot, I was finally out of tutoring. I was one of the last to leave the parking lot, and my car was off in the dimly lit corner



I crawled up the ladder and into the attic, for the first time in 10 years. There had to be a hole in the roof somewhere, and I was determined to find it



Kathleen (Kate) Houlihan was born and raised in a small town in Eastern Arkansas. She never went further than the 8th grade in school. She was born in the early 1900s. A time when it was believed that the woman’s place was in the home, taking care of babies



We laid there for a few minutes, till Peg recovers and gives me a kiss, "would you like some breakfast?" She asked me. "Of course," I said as my stomach growled. After I ate, I went back into her bedroom and got dress. Wendy was still sound asleep in the bed