THE NETWORK BOY.1. IT STARTED WITH A STREAK!.Do you believe in fate? That things happen to people because they are meant to be? Or maybe it is just sheer coincidence that seemingly random and mundane decisions can turn into life changing ones.My life as a Network Boy began with one of those decisions, and a streak! An unplanned and initially unwilling one, but a streak nonetheless. I was almost eighteen years old and my h...

It's a secret and I'm only telling you. But you have to promise you'll never tell anyone, ever. Okay. Well, it all started when I was sixteen. Like lots of girls, and boys, too, I guess, I did babysitting to earn extra spending money. My first job was with the Parsons, she was a friend of my mom. They paid me four dollars an hour and my first job netted me twelve dollars. I sat for them several more times and the third ti...

Part 1 was originally written by Taverner, but he graciously allowed me to write a sequel with his characters. Enjoy. Krystal stood up on the altar in her wedding gown, in all her glory, standing beside her future husband, Mark, a good man whom I approved of, and who I knew would make her happy. As I admired my 23-year old stepdaughter, whom I raised, I looked over at my younger stepdaughter Karla who was standing beside...

I had just turned sixteen in the previous week and I was feeling slightly left out. It seemed like all my female friends had lost their virginity except me. They would all sit around during break and lunch times in high school discussing their sexual experiences whilst I sat quietly next to them and listened. They all expressed how good it felt, and often told me that I was missing out. I really wanted to save myself for...

He’d been watching her from the moment he arrived. It wasn’t that she was stunning, that was expected given the venue’s reputation. All the girls who worked here were stunning, just as the surrounds were stunning. It wasn’t even that she floated through the darkened room like a beautiful ghost, all half smiles and restrained gestures. There was just something about her that caught his attention and then, piqued his intere...

I was hovering over her, nestled in between her legs and kissing her sweet mouth. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in for a deeper kiss. She let out subtle moans and I continued kissing her passionately. Her little hands played through my hair, tugging and wrestling, one hand groped the back of my neck while the other was on my jaw. She is an excellent kisser. I released her from the kiss, took her face...

He puts his finger onto my lips and pries his way inside my mouth. I lick his finger, sucking on it with my eyes wide and staring into his. My heart is pounding, and I’m as scared as I am excited. He takes his finger out of my mouth while his other hand opens the button on my jeans. I’m cradled in his arms, sitting on his lap. My pulse quickens when the button comes open, and I feel my breath intake sharply as his fingers...

It was thanksgiving dinner at her house, when I first laid eyes on Audriana. I was captivated by her presence and her ability to work a room, but how could this be the same girl I had watched as a baby? She had grown up so beautifully but that was so long ago, she was sixteen now. Her Italian and black mix gave her a deeply tanned skin tone, big beautiful brown eyes that were feathered with thick dark lashes and her loose...

Strolling around Harrods on a Saturday John milled about with the multitudinous and variously garbed tourists from Russia, China, the Gulf and miscellaneous credit card laden shoppers from virtually every country in the world. Wandering between the aisles most people can’t help being impressed by the copious amounts of completely unnecessary and excessively expensive shit piled high—the excrement of a “consumer society”....

Cindy slid out of bed and gathered her scattered clothes off the floor. She turned around and saw that he was still sound asleep before quietly slipping out of the bedroom. She headed for the bathroom where she quickly got dressed and splashed some cold water on her face. Cindy looked in the mirror and smiled as she remembered what happened last night. The thought of it got her excited all over again. But she realized she...

This story developed out of a girl friend’s fantasy. It’s an attempt to write it the way she felt it. It’s also a first attempt -- feedback welcome!Some mornings, the daily round just isn’t enough, especially in summer. The heat makes you restless, more conscious of your body. You sense possibilities. Something should be happening. You dress carefully, looking at yourself from time to time, posing, allowing your mind, and...