Author: anonybison

[MF] The Confessions of Eli Austin: Chapter 4.03 | The voyeur from the party

*Author’s Note: As I intend to compile all of these stories into one eventual document, I’m not going to describe myself within the body of each story. Instead, I’ve decided to include a description of myself at the top of each story.*

__The Confessions of Eli Austin: Chapter 4.03 | The voyeur from the party__

My Age During This Chapter: ~21 years old

My Description: A 6’2, 220 lbs., white American male. At this age, I was participating in a collegiate sports program and was fairly muscular. I have broad shoulders, a light tan, large hands, blue eyes, and (at this time) dark brown hair that is styled in a crew cut.

Setting: An urban college campus in the early 2000’s.

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__The Confessions of Eli Austin: Chapter 4.03 | The voyeur from the party__

School had only been back in session for a few weeks when I was invited to a friend’s house to watch the football team play a road game. We hadn’t hung out a whole lot but I thought a change of scenery could be just the thing I needed after a rough start to the semester. Justine was gone, Leena and I weren’t on the same page, and all the girls from my old dorm now lived elsewhere on campus. Read more »

[MF] The Confessions of Eli Austin: Chapter 4.07 | The girl from the bus

*Author’s Note: As I intend to compile all of these stories into one eventual document, I’m not going to describe myself within the body of each story. Instead, I’ve decided to include a description of myself at the top of each story.*

__The Confessions of Eli Austin: Chapter 4.07__

My Age During This Chapter: ~21 years old

My Description: A 6’2, 220 lbs., white American male. At this age, I was participating in a collegiate sports program and was fairly muscular. I have broad shoulders, a light tan, large hands, blue eyes, and (at this time) dark brown hair that is styled in a crew cut.

Setting: An urban college campus in the early 2000’s.

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__The Confessions of Eli Austin: Chapter 4.07__

The tail pipe of the old campus bus sputtered as the engine lunged the vehicle into motion. It was around 3:00 pm on a Wednesday, and I found myself thinking that the transport was oddly empty. *‘You’d think a lot more people would need a ride to [off-campus] lot at this hour,’* I internalized, my brain racing to solve a puzzle that nobody else cared about. For the others on the bus, the less-than-cramped conditions were a welcome reprieve from the crowding that normally occupied the transit system. Read more »