-------------------------------------------- I like feedback, but prefer that with an e-mail address. This is the third story in my fantasy series about "The Teacher." I have another series about my real life experiences under the title "Women in Control." If you like this story check out my profile, and read my other stories. If you read several please con...
I was a freshman at a prestigious university, but was only able to afford the tuition and board because I had scholarships that required that I maintain consistently good scholastic performance. I was living in the dorms, at least until I could get used to the college routine. The policy at this school was that new freshmen were paired with an older, more ex...
My name is Jenny; I am married with 2 young children. I was raised in the mid west with a pretty strict male dominant upbringing. We, my sisters and I were not allowed an opinion, especially a contradictory one that went against my father's beliefs or ideas. Being the oldest I took the brunt of this while my sisters got away with much more, especially the...
Hallo to all the people who have been following the story, sorry it has taken so long for me to post this chapter. Real life has intruded. Janey smoothed her nightie down over her breasts and stomach nervously before putting on her dressing gown and doing up the buttons that were in a row down the front of the garment. She had grabbed the nightie on impu...
[This is a continuation to my story "Spring Fever". I would encourage to read the previous chapters to get the context, though not mandatory. Many thanks to AsylumSeeker for editing this story] Swati "Let me get some dessert." said Uma, as she pushed back the chair. Uma and Keshav had invited me and my husband Arun for the weekend and we had just finishe...
1.Pillow Talk It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. My wife Nancy and I lay in bed embracing after having sex for well over an hour. Actually, except for its duration, the sex was fairly conventional (lots of oral sex and vaginal fucking). But for some reason it had seemed especially good for both of us. Even though we were incredibly relaxed an...
I had not known her name, at least not as she stood before me, working her way through her own internal dialogue with a stranger poised before her. I wondered as I spoke what she must be thinking behind her bright eyes. "James Wilson," I offered my hand, " I'm in charge of the museum here." She did not take it at first, there were still lists of questions...
Charlie's was busy, but then it was Friday and Charlie's was always busy on Friday's. He sat at the bar looking around at the chaos that was swirling around the room. There was the usual mix of workers. Normal 9 to 5 types, their work done and there were retail workers, finished for the day and pretending for now that they did not have to go back to work in...
NOTE: This is a story about developing attraction and companionship rather than pussy being pounded on every page. Be warned. EG. CHAPTER 1 Fog drifted over the city as former celebrated international pianist Gwendolyn Chappell was into her thirteenth session of being interviewed by her biographer, Stephen Miles. "What do you recall as your naughtiest mom...
As Natalie drifted into consciousness she felt that familiar feeling of SIR'S big, warm hand sliding down her silky tummy into her wet pajama pants. Being careful not to betray the fact that she was awake she concentrated on the delicious feel of those big, warm fingers as they teased their way down through her downy, damp hair to find her little business. S...