Emily Dickinson: 227 books

It was really nice seeing West again after all those years. Back in high school he was my super crush and the first guy who actually liked me under my drab get up, kinky hair and untweezed eyebrows. He was a football star and was kind of popular, but he liked me...shy old me. Even though we never...

Basking in the afterglow of my clandestine affair, in the pale moonlight casting shadows on my face through the leaves, I lounged like an empress on the forest ground. What I had done just a few moments ago was beyond my wildest, most erotic fantasy. I had felt it all, all the energy, the intensity...

“Someone is going to see us! I swear Mark, if we are spotted I’--” Mark pressed his palm against Melanie’s lips and shushed her, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he suppressed a laugh of his own. Mark pointed to his right and Melanie looked in that direction, her blue eyes widening as she...

Gracie had just moved to the quiet town Sunnydale. She had left Chicago to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. If the people knew how she had thrown a dart at a map to guide her where to go, they would laugh. She laughed when she saw the name. Once she got to town and saw it had one...

Erica was getting dressed for a night out on the town. She had no idea what that night would bring and she really did not care at that moment. Mitch had upset her beyond belief earlier that day. Mitch Dropped a bomb shell on her that he had been having a relationship with her best friend, Stephanie....

We snuck into the bathroom while the boys were zoned out watching the hockey game on TV. They left us with a bottle of Malibu and a carton of orange juice to keep us entertained. The guys had the volume on full blast and were yelling at the television. We could run around naked and they wouldn’t...

Aliyah, Aliyah, wake up! Aliyah, Aliyah! The voice became louder and Aliyah sprang into an upright position, her left hand clutching her right breast. She looked at the bed beside her before she stared into the face of her sister, Shawna who was shaking her vigorously. “What are you looking at,...

“Cold-twat, cock-sucking bitch!” There was no one else in the copy room—Hell, there was practically no one left in the whole fucking building. It’s was after 9 p.m., and Alan Taylor should have left the office four hours ago—except that cunt who called herself his boss had stopped by his...

I had many boyfriends in my life. When I was 19, I caught my first boyfriend. He was also my first love and my first partner in sex. After that I had many boyfriends, but there was just one that blows my mind while I was dating with him. Do you wondering why I was so crazy for this boyfriend? Well,...

Jennifer read the text, a smile upon her face. She'd been hoping to hear from him over the last few nights and he had, unexpectantly, kept her waiting. Their last encounter had been almost two weeks prior, and she was used to a more frequent understanding. She had wanted to text him first, to engage him, but she knew the rules. He had been very clear on the rules.

This is a short erotic story. Adults only. Driving back to work was difficult but we both knew that it was required and we had enjoyed our substitute for a lunchtime meal. Stephanie was only nineteen, eleven years my junior and a fairly new addition to our track club. Being manager for the...

I really love to go on dates with guys. I’m a single and happy girl and I’m not searching a long relationship. However, I really love to flirt with guys, having long and funny conversation, kissing them and sometimes even have sex with them. Usually, there were situations where I was fucking with...

Sandra promised that she had something special planned for my 30th birthday. I wasn't sure whether to be pleased or frightened. And yet, there I was, naked, my wrists shackled to either bed post like Christ on the cross, my ankles shackled and bound up with straps against my thighs, making my nether region fully exposed and accessible.

Mike looked up to see a nurse he had not yet met walk into the room. It was nine o'clock. Usually, shift change happened at seven. He had been at the inpatient hospice long enough to know how things worked. He knew the rhythms of the place like the back of his hands. Though, his hands were the only...