This was a new feeling.
Not the cold, though I must admit I was shaking slightly.
The feeling of my heart beating strong enough to actually feel it against my ribs. I imagined others could hear it as well.
There's also the feeling of the hard seat on my bare legs.
Only a small field of vision through the slits in the hood covering my head.
The sound of footsteps behind me, preparing the table.
1323 words about creating and beta testing our basement playroom. Lillian, Jamie and Lisa were 18, Kristin and Eva were 18, and Paul and George were 20.
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Jamie helped me get the basement ready. We swept it out and mopped the floor, then we moved a lot of stuff around to clear the center of the space. There was a drain right in the middle of the sloped concrete floor with a shower head over it.
A 1688 word short story about a game we played introducing one another to the wondrous joy of abject sexual submission. Lisa and Jamie were 19, Eva 20, George and Paul 21.
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We were born in turbulent times, and we grew up during the war that wasn't an "official" war in Vietnam, it dominated our childhood and the resulting economic downturn dominated our adolescence. We had just graduated from high school and rented a place together down the road near the Junior College in Llano.