“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!” We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave. “Our point exactly,” she shot back routinely. Dad w...
When I woke up the next morning, I first had to recall where I was and how I had ended up there. The environment seemed familiar, yet unusual. That was until I vaguely remembered I was lying on the living room couch—alone. Drowsy as I was I tossed and tur...
I awoke the next morning after a night of intense lucid dreams with no recollection of how I had ended up in my own bed. All I remembered was venting my unmet desire to get laid with a quick, loveless wank. It took me a while to realize Emily had come to...
I woke up with a dry mouth and a disgustingly sour taste on my tongue. In the bathroom, I tried to drink away the nasty feeling but my throat was so raspy from the dehydration—almost sticky—that I had to force down the first two or three sips past the sor...
