More of my nitemare final days

I think its so sweet when my step brother Kevin gives his girlfriend his stuff. He's given her his favorite hat, which he is EXTREMELY protective of. Like, never lets anyone even touch it. He's always going on about how its perfect and it is practically molded to fit his head, and he gave it to her. He also gave her his favorite jacket and he always lets her borrow his lucky karma beads. These things have been his lucky charm for three years. He never takes them off and he hates it when people touch them. He would do anything...

Apple parked her car about a block from the beach, and strolled towards where her friends said the party would be. Rebecca had invited her earlier in the week, and said that she had some friends she “really wanted her to meet,” whatever that meant. Apple was just looking to get out of the house after a long week, so any excuse worked. The party was at Rebecca’s friends beach house, and was rolling pretty good by the time Apple showed up. She had gotten on the beach about a half mile up, and walked to the house from the beach...

As she sat alone in her drunken state of mind, Alyssa wondered what Johns reaction was to the text he had just received. He had a girlfriend and she knew that but it wasn't like he didn't cheat on her with other girls.  Oh god Lyssa, you're acting like a real whore! She thought to herself. Suddenly She regretted ever sending such a racy, random text message. What if he happened to be with his girlfriend now? What if she saw it?  She wanted to keep this a secret, if it did or did not happen. Oh I should have thought...

Caught Red Handed This experience involved my acquaintance Ben. I say acquaintance because I only met him once before, we hardly spoke and he wasn’t really connected to me – he was my older friend Vicky’s son. I knew Vicky because I used to volunteer at her pet shop, and even after I finished, still to this day we remain firm friends. At the time of this, I was 15 and Ben was 13. Vicky invited me over for a barbecue to celebrate her birthday, so along with a lot of other people, I accepted, I was the youngest one there...

I knocked on the metal gate. It was a rather large bungalow surrounded by brick walls with barbed wire icing. My heart was pumping. All I felt was the fear of being rejected or something. Fortunately, her older brother, Suleman, answered the door. He was guy with cool temper and rather muscular build, so he kept his stance. He looked at me judgingly for a moment, smiled, and gave me a handshake. “Ei, what are you doing here?” “I’m here to visit your sister…” I trailed off, knowing how unusual that was for me. He looked at me like he was...

My girl name is Casey as is my boy name, I’m five foot, 6 inches tall, 125 soaking wet, brown hair, sixteen year old boy and this is a story of pure fantasy for a special friend of mine, whom I would love to one day met and well you know and be his girl! “What wrong Casey?” Dad ask me, when he walked in the living room and saw me crying. “It’s the other boys at school; they are always picking on me, calling me names, pushing me around, calling me girlie boy, makes wish at times if I was...

It started early Sunday morning on Memorial Day weekend when I got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. We were renting a beach house in the Outer Banks and I was really thirsty from the veggie pizza we had for dinner. I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen. I heard the living room TV on and assumed the two girls had come back late from their meet up with the boys they earlier teased at the beach, watched some TV and had left it on. I caught a glimpse of the TV from the...

One evening my wife and I were having dinner, the subject of one of our fantasies came up. We called it the van. It had been a reoccurring fantasy of ours to pick up several guys and have them fuck my wife in the back of a van. This time we decided to do it so we waited for the weekend. We rented a white van for the night and went downtown looking for a few good looking, healthy guys. She was wearing a black low cut mini dress and had a bed made up in the back. We drove along...

Jennifer drove to work a little faster than usual that morning, fearing to be late. She desperately needed this job for her family. As a single mother of two and no man around, it was the only job she could get. Please don't let me be late. she thought to herself, pressing her foot down on the gas a little more, ignoring the shimmy in the steering wheel. She flew past a billboard and saw a police car pull out behind her in the rear view mirror, turning the roof on. Her heart sank in her chest and she could taste...

Autumn rolled over. The clock beside her glared at her, the red numbers glaring in her face. It was 3:33. This was the third night this had happened. Always the same time. Her heart raced, and she took a sip from her glass. She sighed out, calmed by the stillness of her room. She took another deep breath, and watched the clock. Still 3:33. Her hand moved to her chest, rising and falling softly as her heart slowed down. The minute changed. Standing up, Autumn moved to the window, cracking it slightly. The sweet, crisp country air drifted inwards, soothing her...