Memoirs of a 90s Girl Ch. 02: Calvin and JonI met Calvin and Jon, in that order, on a Thursday. It was a beautiful and warm summer day. The slight breeze rapidly cooled the sheen of sweat on my skin and had the wisps of hair tickling my forehead. I didn’t have to be at

I drove past the charred remains of the house down the road from where I grew up, the result of a fire in the modest dwelling that had been vacant since the passing of the last owner a few years back, and I felt the same mixture of sadness and sweet memories I had experienced

Waking up, Sheila Hart didn’t need to glance at the alarm clock to know it was too early for her to get up. However, her bladder insisted, and the twenty-one year old sighed. Rolling out of the nice warm bed, she quietly padding to the bathroom, completely unconcerned that she was naked.After relieving herself, she

Jason kept his eyes closed as he lay on the bed, enjoying the afterglow from fucking Brooke, before he opened them to see that Marnie hadn’t moved. She had been staring at his wet and now flaccid cock, but looked at him as he stirred. He smiled weakly at her and she smiled back.He rose

As I settled into the black leather seats of your Nissan, I began pulling at the hem of my lilac skirt. I’m not used to wearing such skimpy clothes, but my usual jeans are just not appropriate for tennis. We made small talk on the way. I was barely listening because I was staring at

-Thanks to everyone who have read my first submissions, sorry for the non-sexual, will be well on it’s way! Storydwarf 🙂 -Colin woke up the next morning to a massively unfamiliar sight. Martin was stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them.”What the hell are you doing?” Colin asked, scaring the living

The night after everything had happened between Michael and Leeann, Michael found himself lying awake anticipating the events that would take place the next day. He knew that he had gone to far with Leeann, but he had waited so long and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He had to remind himself that she’s

The by now unreal feelings centering on my ass were taking me to levels of pleasure that I had never felt and one that I had no desire to leave. I had stopped letting my mouth get filled and focused all of my attention on the sensations in and around my ass.The crowd had thinned

Having spent the last two weeks since leaving college in Ohio slowly realizing that my options are severely limited. I hadn’t been able to accomplish any of the wonderful things I had planned on just three weeks before, when this unbelievable desire to return to Shelbyville jumped up and began a life of it’s own.Shelbyville

The moonlight reflected off the smooth skin of her lower back as she crawled up the length of his body. The coolness of the night air, combined with his hot touch, caused her nipples to pucker in excitement and anticipation. She groaned in delight as his lips kissed her right nipple lightly. It would be

This story is true to most circumstances, but I’ll leave out all the heartache because I know that’s not what you’re here to read about. I would *greatly* appreciate feedback. Enjoy!I actually thought I was going to die.It was well past midnight, and he had asked me to come over to his place. He and

I was counting the days before my flight to Germany, where my teaching career would begin as a lecturer in American politics as the University of Munich. With three weeks to go, I had finished the research project for the university press where I was a parttime editor. I was spending my time scouting bookstores

This story is loosely written about the song ‘Mr. Lonely’ by Bobby Vinton. Thank you to WanderingScot for his editing.*Chapter 1Here I was in the barracks listening to a radio station that played old time music. They were playing a song I could relate to. Hell, this song was written before I was even born

“I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you, that I almost believe that they’re real…”I let the tears fall down my cheeks as I drove down the highway, listening to the old song on the oldies radio.”remembering you standing quietly in the rain… and we kissed…”I hadn’t thought about Allen in years, and

(M/F, reluctance, consensual sex, romance, first time, virgin, m/f)SUBJECT:The best man and the maid of honor connect the night before the wedding.WARNING:This is an adult story, containing graphic depictions of sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for

Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks out over the side of the huge ship that has been her home for the last 6 weeks. Her family has decided not to stay in the new world, but to return to the country of their youth. She watches silently as the ship slowly drifts into

The jungle seemed to be growing thicker, it was difficult for her to follow the path. Vines hung from unseen branches above, she had to constantly push them aside.Her bare feet padded along the soft green aisle, the showers earlier had left it wet. She looked up, the trees were so thick here, they obscured

“I think you’re going to need to take that off,” you said, totally relaxed on the bed.”I think you’re right,” that being said I unsnapped the bra, I slid the straps off my arms, but kept the cups against my breasts and you looked at me expectantly. I leaned in to kiss you and let

** Author’s note: Per my readers’ feedback, I realized that what I had tried with a combination of 1st/3rd person perspective with this story just didn’t work. (See? Feedback DOES help as long as it is constructive! LOL) So I’ve made the changes and promise to make it back to my original piece to edit

It was Amy’s first day at the hospital, having finished college and passed with flying colours her mum and dad had really high hopes for her future. So did Amy, although her father is a consultant now at Amy’s hospital he insisted she start at the bottom of the ladder and hopefully work her way