I hate nostalgia. I consider it a powerful drug. When you believe the good old days were the best time of your life, you’re not living in the moment, and you might truly be missing out on the best time of your life. My personal belief is that every day sh...
The house was quiet, and I was completely lost on what to do next. Nick was working, and Melissa was out with a friend from nursing school. I got myself a glass of ice water and sat on the couch. Turning on the TV, I flipped channels to find something to...
Rachel made the sign of the cross and got up from her kneeling position in front of the altar with the large cross where Jesus looked down at her. She looked away from his accusing eyes and shame filled her body. She walked over to the confession booth an...
The house was practically shaking, so loud was the music at Lily’s eighteenth birthday party. Her parents had told her that the volume had to come down at eleven, and if the police were called, she would be in big trouble, so she was watching the time car...
Sister Noelia was alive. To begin with, there can be no doubt about that. To confront a further suspicion the reader may have of her, based on events in this tale, she was not only alive but very much sane. In fact, she was beloved and respected throughou...
Lucille. P stared morosely at the screen. She had put hours and hours into her recent Lush story. It was about two young hotties who had met on the beach. She’d planned it meticulously. Her lead character had an arc, in which she’d overcome insecurity abo...
"Shhh, save those feelings for a little while longer; I want you to take full advantage of them when you have to get revenge on Mom," Mathilde whispered, putting a flabby index finger to my lips to calm and put a damper on my growing frustrations over her...
Emily was eighteen years old and had held on to her virginity. She had committed other sexual acts with various partners, but never gone all the way. She had been eighteen since last December, broke off a long-distance relationship in January, and still h...
I had been a Boy Scout Leader for years. Even though I had no children, I had grown up through the program and received the rank of Eagle Scout. When I met my (ex)wife, she did not like the fact that “grown” men with no kids were allowed to “play” Boy Sco...
As the young virgin lay on the soft, fragrant hay, her heart beat a wild rhythm of anticipation, her body ablaze with a fiery passion that begged for another fix of intoxicating pleasure, and she yearned for the ritual to continue. With every fleeting mom...
Amidst the endless rows of plump pumpkins, a luscious virgin stood bare and unashamed, offering her body as a symbol of appreciation for the bountiful harvest that had been reaped. Her alabaster skin glistened in the warm autumn sun as she surrendered her...
She was the perfect Catholic girl. I took her to Knott's Scary Farm. We'd only shared one kiss. Ana dressed up as Super Girl - she wore regular panties. We rushed from haunted maze to maze, seeking more darkness to continue touching each other. I came in...
In the year of 2017, Sebastian M arrived at the University of Girona to begin his study of politics and philosophy. He was tall and well built at eighteen, with a blonde crew cut. He was elated to finally escape the family home and find his freedom. His r...
“Matty!” The little blur of blue jeans and blonde hair slammed into me full force, leaping into my arms with the force of a small meteor. I staggered back into my tiny one-bedroom flat as I caught my kid sister, barely staying on my feet. She clung to me...
Nobody thought Mary was a virgin. I certainly didn't. She certainly didn't dress the part, and the way she carried herself with a little sway and a good bit of confidence seemed to indicate a well-experienced woman. I had long found her attractive, but ne...
