As I had written earlier, Valentine's Day marks the beginning of the mating season.  Male birds begin singing to attract females, squirrels scurry around looking for a mate, and guys buy roses to enhance a lady's libido. It is also an eventful time of the year for me. The thing about Valentine's Day is that it reappears once a year along with memories from my past. This year it was more than a little surprise to have Ashl...

We came laughing across naked suburban streets,Conquering youth, burning our last wild fumes ofRebellion against the pre-dawn lamplight quiet,We were drunk, alive, and full of night.Our friends peeled off one by one, sneakingInto snoring-parent homes, and soft familiarMattresses, giving themselves to oblivion at last.Our dwindling numbers deflating exuberance,Cooled to a hushed peaceful reverence, puncturedBy a few final...

Bitch knows how to cook. Lowering my fork back into the Tupperware container, I jab it forward, forcing a carrot and a beef chunk against the plastic sidewall. I swipe them to my mouth. Chewing, my bent elbow propped over the open door of Lu's refrigerator, I look around me. Leafy vines droop down from perfectly aligned flower pots on a shelf above the kitchen sink. Ivory taffeta curtains, the same shade as her skin, line...

  Sixth form in England meant there were regular party invites, but out of control teenagers drinking themselves into oblivion was simply not the type of scene that interested me. My wild teenage side showed itself sexually; enjoying sex with both male and female friends, whenever possible allowing others to see. It was December, following my seventeenth birthday, when Jacqui Hill invited me to a party at her house on Fri...

This happened in December, 2002. My first semester at Clinton State University was nearly over. Most of the kids had already gone home for the winter break, but I was stuck with a final exam scheduled on the absolute last day of the term. I guess I didn’t really mind the peace and quiet which was a nice alternative to the 24/7 party atmosphere that had permeated the dorm hallways from pretty much the time I’d moved in. I...

  Chapter IV “Okay, that’s it for today, boys. Let’s call it. Blues win by a hundred,” joked Coach Hamlin. “Hey Kenny, why not leave a little in the tank for a real game, huh?” “Just feelin’ good today coach. Don’t know what’s got into me.” The boys changed quickly and headed to their bikes. “You dominated today, son. Been eating those Wheaties or what?” joked Jeremy. “Thanks, bro. Felt good to have my game on today.” “Ye...

I'm 21 and a virgin, but I've been masturbating for a long time. Mostly just with my hands, but I've occasionally experimented with inserting my fingers, brush handles, oversized markers, travel shampoo bottles, and other small things when I've had that insatiable, aching urge to be filled up. That urge was never fully satisfied and all my experiments with fucking myself had been disappointing—that is, until I secretly "b...

Shannon opened her diary, grabbing her favourite pen to write her thoughts with:  I’m going to do it. I’m going to give John my virginity during the after-prom party tomorrow. We’ve become closer, but all that has happened is that he’s caressed my breasts in the back seat of his car at the homecoming game. Everything is planned, but I am still rather nervous. She put the pen down and closed the book, locking it and puttin...

It began, as many of the best adventures do, with a card game in the back room of a seedy New Tortuga dive bar. "No, you're bluffing." Captain Lucretia Roath narrows her glittering green eyes at her opponent as she gazes over the battered baize. She draws on her vapouriser and then with pouted lips expels a fine plume of nicotine vapour. It mingles with the pall of shisha smoke clinging to the ceiling. Captain Elias Watts...

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 11 - The Story of Lorrie = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I begged Michael to let me write this part of the story. I was taking creative writing in school when all of this went down and, so, I think the story needs my touch. So yes, I was completely in puppy love with Michael at this point. I was also a virgin, technically. Meaning I hadn't actually had a penis inside me. I had h...

Rome, December 1944.An army truck carrying Iota platoon weaved its way through the back streets of the ancient city. Inside, fifteen men huddled against the cold. Sargeant O'Malley drove in a seemingly random direction, but lost he was not. Seated in the back the men shivered, for these were the dregs of the army, the soldiers who just didn't fit; they had been called up and sent to a war that they did not understand. The...