Cathy Martin pulled her flimsy coat around her as she made her way back across the windswept grounds towards Dykesbeck House. Note to self, thought the pretty blonde 18 year old, go to the shops tomorrow and buy a new coat. Not that this coat was old. In fact it was brand new. But she had bought it just before she had left home in the States, yesterday, and...
Chapter Three: Negotiations Dear readers: thanks for your patience, I was hoping to get this one done over the Christmas break, but in the end I had to work instead. Then I got a promotion and things have been hectic, with no sign of letting up. But here's the third chapter, and I've just sent the fourth to my beta readers. ***** I slept soundly and woke...
Special thanks to Rumple Foreskin for his editorial help! They met in college. Both girls had only ever slept with men, but instinctively knew something was missing. One night, while setting lights for the college theater, their eyes met and everything changed. A few minutes later they were dancing around the light booth, slowly grinding into each other a...
If you looked up the word gifted in the dictionary, there is a half-chance you would find his picture there, young Aditya. Such a smart little boy. Such a good little boy -- one who learned to walk at five months, speak at eight, and to earn a mastery of the alphabet before the dawn of his second birthday. In fact, since the day of his birth onward, he had b...
The fluorescent lights in the library provided scant illumination in the waning hours of the Oklahoma day. In fact, although it was only 6 pm in November, Fumiko could barely see the print on the fluid dynamics textbook in front of her. For all it was worth, the book was like a useless stone slab. She had been using her cell phone to provide some manual ligh...
In the dark bar, Adam downed his whiskey sour to the cheer of his friends. His 34th year had been a disaster, punctuated by divorce and the passing of an excellent job opportunity across the country that he had let slip through his fingers to fruitlessly try and salvage what was left of his doomed marriage. Tired of feeling sorry for himself, Adam had promis...
I was sweaty and my skirt kept slipping to the side for some reason and I was having to readjust it. If I was a violent person I would feel like punching someone. The only way out of this nightmare was to close myself in my dorm room, and get high as a kite (as the expression goes) on my special stash I still had left from my visit home. A deep indica, it wo...
A group of men and women sit around talking candidly about their sex lives. Hi, I'm Paul, the host of this party. Welcome. Come in. Thanks for stopping by to read my story. We were all sitting around the big screen, plasma TV watching the Super Bowl one year. I had invited all of my best buddies to watch the game with me. There were 21 of us guys, includin...
I got back from a business trip a little earlier than expected and decided to spend that day, that had come out ouf the blue, with Nina. My wife didn't expect me back for another day. It was like 4 in the afternoon when I got to Nina's place and let myself in with some flowers in my hand. Nina wasn't in. I had expected her to, as she had told me she was stud...
Jesus H. Christ, Jennifer thought as she forcefully stretched her stride to a near sprint, her feet barely touching the pavement as she ran. She turned the corner onto Beaumont Street, and the two female dorms came into view, so she knew she only had about four hundred yards left. All the guys called Beaumont by the nickname P. A. because of those two dorms,...