True Story Stories

The messages that I'd written on the backs of innocent photos of my darling daughter were only ever intended to be for my eyes. They'd been written late at night to help release what I knew were my ever-unattainable desires for her. Then one day she found them.

My boyfriend was horny but then so was I. Why else would we have sex in the basement while my friends and his mom were upstairs? What more do I need to say?

A Driftwood on Memory's River...Story
Home is the Sailor...tells the sweet endearing story of a long ago far away love. Two people, who were swept up in the maelstrom of a terrible War'"yet even over the passage of Time they never forgot nor lost that first love...they felt for each other.

This is the account of a young man whom I had the pleasure of knowing. Most of the story is true, though the names have been altered. Anyone living in the Loch Sport area would recognise 'Lennie' and his family, they are great friends and I write this in appreciation of their friendship. Originally posted on Fine Stories

He was a drifter. She was lonely. She owned a bar and her apartment was upstairs. Then things happened. / (Reviews)

When I find that my boyfriend's roommate is attracted to me, I start to play a game of letting see a little skin to see what he'll do. I pretend to not be aware of what I'm showing him though. The game escalates until I'm no longer in control of the situation. It all happens in their apartment early in the morning over breakfast as my boyfriend sleeps in the next room.

My musings of a gentleman who I met early on in my self-employment career. There is no sex. This is just a story about a funny incident.

A fun, insightful story of the "Real" Chuck Johnson's youth. Read why his stories often include airplanes and music.