My name is Vladimir Rachmaninoff, but some of my high school friends have called me "Vlad the Impaler," because I have a 9" cock that is very thick. I am 18 years old, and a senior in high school. I'm 6'2", 195 lbs. I have midnight black hair and red eyes that tend to freak people out. I'm on the varsity basketball team in the fall and a track star in the sp...
Thanks to everyone that commented on chapter one. I'm sorry this part is so late. There's really no excuse, but I hope to have more of the story up soon. Enjoy. If you haven't already, you'll definitely want to read chapter one first. Don't worry, it's short. _____________________________________ Edited by zephrbabe and jazzygirlinNC Jane held her breath...
First, I must tell you I never expected to see him again. It had been 10 years since I'd laid eyes on him. Of course, it had been only a few days since I'd thought of him. I'd been watching some tv show that had a student talking about her crush on a teacher. It was close enough in situation that I thought of him (not that it took much). I'd better go back a...
Two weeks later, Doug entered the waiting room again. Even though his mind had been almost completely occupied with thoughts of this appointment over the past two weeks – he had trouble focusing at work, often taking breaks to masturbate while imagining how this day would go – he had no idea what to actually expect. He noticed that he couldn't hear voices th...
Miriam had dark desires from time to time but she knew that she shouldn't. The lovely blonde wife had been able to repress those feelings and desires before. She was happily married to her husband, Maurice, for fifteen years and had never strayed before. Before now, that is. It was really her husband's fault, she liked to think. Miriam enjoyed sex but for t...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** For the sake of legality, everyone referenced in this writing is over the legal age of consent. This is an actual conversation I had on Yahoo Messanger before it went defunct. I've only made minor edits to make the reading a bit easier. However, for authenticity, I haven't corre...
This is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative...
Many years ago, right after I graduated from high school, I joined the United States Air Force. It was a normal thing for me to do back then. Almost everybody went to work right out of high school, either by joining some branch of the armed services or getting a job. Usually, the job would be in a local factory or cannery or similar place. Hardly anybody wen...
Chapter 10 — Mid-November Vignettes "No, I was not defrocked," James answered in a strong voice into the microphone of the tape recorder. He had already recited a short bio and counted off his degrees and teaching experience. It was Thursday afternoon. James' identity as Reverend Chandler's target was public knowledge, thanks to Doris' shouting it out dur...
"Oh Mummy, he's so cute - Can we keep him, please!" Heather Stone looked at her Daughter, hugging the enormous ginger, tabby cat in her arms, its head snuggled to her breast, its tail swishing in obvious satisfaction. "I'm not sure, Susan. He's owned by somebody - look he's got a collar." "But surely he can stay until somebody claims him. He'll starve ot...