Samantha walked quickly towards the bathrooms, the heels of her boots shattering the relative quite of the hallway. The 18 year old senior's unease amplified by her drill team uniform. The sleeveless leotard molded to her body emphasizing her statuesque curves and highlighting her rather large chest hips. Her powerful legs sheathed in shear nylon tights and...
My father had got used to the idea: his daughter (that is, me), had REALLY "that" problem. But he was keeping acting with me the same way as before. As if I was always his little child. Bearing in mind the fact that I was not a child anymore. When I was really a little child there was my mother with us. And my father loved her, the same way as he loved me...
Welcome back readers, The story continues. I really want to thank John Smith for editing and Heyall for his valuable pointers towards the story. Enjoy. ***** After we enter the bathroom, I keep walking till I reach the last stall. After six glasses of beer I'm feeling like my bladder is about to burst, but, still, I somehow manage to close the door, pull...
Amy Carter was the new English teacher at Piedmont High. She was very young and very attractive. She was the hottest teacher in school. All of the guys would drool after her. Rumors swirled around the school that she was screwing every guy there from the principal to all of the football team. Eve though those rumors were untrue, Amy loved the attention. Vale...
I'm awoken hours before the sun sets by the sounds of combat just a short distance away, igniting my blood-lust. The screams of men, bones crunching, muscles tearing, hearts pumping as arteries are severed and blood soaks uselessly into the earth. I want to be a part of it, clawing at flesh, blood, sweet, thick and hot dripping down my chin as I drink my fil...
The building provides a cleaning service as part of the Maintenance Fees. Our girl is Sandra, a 30 something Columbian national who speaks very little English. Luckily both Evangeline and I both speak fluent Spanish. There is nothing remarkable about Sandra. She isn't curvy, has a flat butt and has a respectable 32C bust. Sandra usually wears jeans and a tee...
"On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain So I'll cherish the old rugged cross 'Till my trophies at last I lay down I will cling to the old rugged cross And exchange it some day for a crown" George Bennard ** Monday, 14...
You know my story. Or rather, you think you know my story. The story of the poor little girl whose mother died when she was young and her father remarried. Who became little more than a servant in her own home after the death of father. You think my fairy godmother or perhaps the spirit of my late mother in a tree blessed me so that I went to the ball and m...
The next day, Laura got a text from Morgan telling her to come to her room. Once there, she knocked on the door. Morgan swiftly answered and shepherded her into her single dorm. "Take off your clothes," Morgan said, returning to her desk where she had study materials already open. "Whenever you're in here- unless I have guests or it's otherwise specified-...
Lisa was on a friend's hen's night. This wasn't the tacky kind of celebration with male strippers, this was simply a bus load of tipsy women behaving uninhibitedly. The tour leader announced that whatever woman could collect the most pairs of men's underwear and autographs over her body would win a hamper full of vibrators. Lisa's eyes brightened at such a c...