'Lola, I'm telling you,' Missy begins, for seemingly the millionth time. 'It's the 21st century! Put on a low-cut dress, some kick ass heels and ask. Him. Out.' I look over at Nate; his green eyes gleaming, his dark hair flicked across one eye. 'Maybe...' I mumble, looking down at my feet. She snorts. 'You've liked him forever! Just-' She is interrupted by Nate walking over to us. He looks extra sexy today, hand in one po...

He was always in the same classes with me, which meant we were always clashing. We hated each other with a passion, a reason the teachers used to stick us together for every project. They caused disasters to happen, and most times, I ended up with bad grades in the projects. He and I had never gotten along. We couldn't even breathe the same air without being ready to kill each other over it. By high school, nothing had ch...

Once upon a time, there was a crack in the wall of Château de Versailles. It happened in the Hall of Mirrors, center of the French king’s heart. A tiny drop of marble in the lower corner of the wall had eschewed its duty, and abandoned its rightful place. It was an insult to the majesty of the hall. Magnificence of such a level could not possibly be compromised by time; it had to stand inert, like the gold used in its dec...

Adam felt a soft pair of lips press against his own. The movement was so quick and chaste that his eyes opened in shock, words tumbling out of his mouth as he stifled a giggle. “That’s it, dude?” he asked quietly, his choclolate eyes training on Ryan, all the while smirking silently to himself. The jitterish man blushed deeply, and he cleared his throat, his eyes transfixing on the ground as if it were the most beautiful...

Megan By Paris Waterman It was a typical wedding. Two hundred or more guests, most from Sully's side. I learned that Shelly had a very small family and that only a few of her friends were making the trip from Philly to Jersey City. As best man, I was to be paired up with Tracy, the Maid of Honor. I wasn't getting laid there. She was engaged and her boyfriend was going to be there. Now I had banged Sully's kid sister Megan...

“I’m out right now, getting my hair done,” She said over the phone. “Alright, are we still going to the club tonight?” I asked in response. “Of course, but this might take a bit longer, so I’ll just meet you there instead, ok?” “That’s fine. I’ll see you there. I love you, Tiffany.” “Love you too, Mark. Bye.” The phone clicked as she hung up. Tiffany was Mark’s girlfriend of six months. They first met at that same club, C...

(All people and groups in this story are fictional. Enjoy!)Emma slammed the front door shut. She ran upstairs and dropped her backpack in her bedroom. A junior in high school, Emma was seventeen, had perky 34B tits, was 4'9, and had short blond hair. Her father had left her and her mother when she was five. She hadn't really known him that well, so she didn't really care. Her mother made enough to support them. Her mother...

“Don’t go into your brother’s closet!” This same sentence, I first heard from my mother when I was sixteen years old. I was visiting my brother for the first time, he had moved out when I was twelve. She would always repeat the same words every year. I never knew what they meant, until four years later. At the age of twenty-one, I found out my brother’s deep, dark, secret… “Emily!” I felt a sharp push on my left and I flu...

"It's easy. The first one who gets found first has to take off a piece of clothing." They were all there. Eager to listen and crowded in the basement as the rules of hide and seek were being told, though a new rule was added. STRIP. Enough said, someone is the seeker and the hiders run off in their attempt to not get caught. Except if you're found first then suck it up and take that shirt off. It was your typical afternoo...

My name is Madden. I am a nineteen year old freshman in college. Due to the fact that I live at school, I only come home on occasion. This is a story about one of those times. My youngest brother, Mason, a senior in college, also is in the same predicament, and we usually are never home at the same time anymore, except for on special occasions like birthdays and Christmas. I have to say, we were both presently surprised a...

Brown Lust:  Chapter 1 Author's Note: All characters are 18+ Vickram Dutt, or Vick for short, was born in Vancouver, Canada, but his background was Indian. In terms of physique he was tall and muscular, a build he had acquired from all his time spent working out at the gym or at home. With fair brown skin and short black hair, Vick had a handsome face and figure; his dark brown eyes and strong jaw completed the striking p...