I took a long drag on the cigarette. It was my last. They always are. My fingers sort of twitched at the keys on the piano. I wasn't in a playing mood. I closed my eyes and the emptiness of the moment filled me. There was something soothing to it. I start...
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lolwriter89
2 weeks ago
Bisexual Male, 35
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Stories
Sam walked into the house, checking from room to room to make sure no one was home. Today was the day. Today he would finally act out on his fantasies. The idea of cross dressing turned him on. To be 'sexy'. He was only sexually interested in women, but t...
A very long story. It's around 18,000 characters before it gets to the super steamy parts. If you want a short story with a thin plot, this is not for you. It takes a long time to set up a semi-believable scenario. The point of view, and narration switc...
Aunt Lucy played the piano better than Thelonious Monk himself, able to pick up on the most subtle of ambient emotions in the room and play them to her hearts content. She played a slow, heavy tune tonight to match the loneliness in my heart. She closed...
"I can't believe you convinced me to do this," Karen said teasingly. "You better not show anyone!" Jack walked to his sister to position her on the chair. He didn't know how he convinced her either, but he had. She was allowing him to draw her erotically...
The sound of seagulls echoed in the background and the scent of salt air overcame me as I crossed the plank onto the deck of the Burning Sapphire. Grandpa had surprised the family by buying us tickets to a two week long cruise. I waved to the crowd on the...
Grandpa's Journal II
History repeats itself.There she was, sitting like grandma was in the story. Her legs were up in the air, the right one lowered slightly. Her back was arched, pushing her firm tummy into the air, her chest slowly ascending and descending as she breathed. Her light blue eyes th...
Grandpa's Journal
Grandpa's descriptive journal entry of the best night of his life.While searching through my Grandparents attic my sister and I came across my Grandfather's old journal. What we found in it shocked us... and turned us on. I parked the car just as the movie was about to play. These drive in theaters were amazing. Little...
Passion
Little sister gives her brother the passion he's been looking for.Here I am again. Another bed. The silken sheets cleaved to our sweaty bodies as I neared the climax of my performance. I could hear the woman, whatever her name was, moan in pleasure. She muttered something in my ear. I think it was French. I tried focus...
This is a continuation of the story Innocence. The point of view switches from brother to sister, to show both characters views on the events as they take place, and the thoughts that go through their heads. Samuel I awoke the next morning a changed man....
A huge snowstorm had blocked all roads, and taken out power to almost everyone in the surrounding area of our small town. Mom and Dad were out of town on a business trip. If the roads were clear it would take them 7 hours to get back, but as it was now it...
Welcome home, big brother.
Brother comes home after five long yearsIt's been five years since I last saw him, but his image was fresh in my mind. My brother was just barely six feet tall. His light bluish gray eyes were deep and full of life. He had a small, feminine body, with smooth soft skin. His dark black hair wen...
Oh, narcissistic me
Twins sharpen their skills in bed together.I dealt with the twin crap growing up. All of the "cute" matching outfits. All of the "I can't tell which is which" Har har har. All of that made me sick. We were two separate people but we were treated as one sickening entity. Finally, at 17 we actuall...
Dreams
After an unfortunate accident, a brother and sister are trapped in a dream world together.It all happened so fast. One day me and my friend John were skateboarding. I heard him scream "DAN, LOOK OUT" and the next thing I knew people are screaming for an ambulance. From what I heard I had been hit by a bus, and my friend didn't seem to be ali...
Innocence.
You can only remain ingnorant for so long. . .I don't know when it started. . . Maybe it was when we played "doctor" as kids. Maybe it was the little looks we gave each other in the early stages of puberty. Whatever it was it happened after months of conversations, so thick with subtext, we were sur...