The College delegation to send off the distinguished visiting professor from Moldova couldn't go past the airport check in counter – he would have to leave them there to go through security to his gate. There was plenty of time but by then everyone had had quite enough of Doctor Viku Dicae and his critical theory of cultural insemination and the demanding an...
Resuming his position at the kitchen doors, the old Chinese carefully controlled the waiters as they successfully served Dingo's guests. Then, tiring of the charade, he turned, pushed on the swinging doors into the kitchen and grunted an order in Cantonese. Carrying a roasted pig's head on a huge platter, two waiters appeared. They followed the old Chinese...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I stopped worrying about airport security. Simply, I have been through security enough times, with keys in pockets, pens, even a wrench, once, and another time a little tin of drill bits, that I just didn't worry about it. Heck, if all the stuff I had carried through the...
We were at the airport early. Well, you couldn't blame my wife for pushing it. Just a couple of weeks ago, we'd been hearing horror stories from our cousins in Dallas who had barely made it through security in time to catch a flight to meet us in Florida. So, we had given it plenty of time. And of course, once we got there, there had been no line to check in...
Hazel was woken by her husband rolling over and pulling most of the bedclothes off of the bed. As she rearranged the covers she looked at his sleeping form. As usual he was naked, fingers of one hand entwined in the dark curly hair she had once found so attractive and the fat penis she had once thought of as hers alone lying on his overweight belly and thick...
I am 41 and married, not happily. While I do love my husband, our physical relationship has broken down completely. He has his own company, works very long hours and is often too tired for any kind of fun in the bedroom. I also have a demanding job and I have to travel often - typically across Europe and occasionally the States and South America. On these...
As Rhonda rushed into the airport, she knew she was running late. This last minute flight down to Pensacola would be the last one for the summer and life seemed more hectic now than it had been all year. The older kids were back in school and had to be dropped off before she headed for the airport. The younger ones were lined up with the sitter, but leaving...
I enlisted on my eighteenth birthday. Graduation was still months away but I counted the days until I was free of my mother and her husband. If you detect animosity you are correct. I would no more call him a step-father as he would refer to me as his step-son. My Recruiter actually felt sorry for me and got me out of the house by having me work with him in...
She sat nervously in a chair at the airport terminal. She had been waiting and dreaming of this day for months, but now that it was here, she was full of mixed emotions—fear and excitement, desire and anxiety. Her fingers absently twisted at her short blonde hair while she waited. He had called four hours before saying that he was at the airport and he wou...
The rest of the week followed a pattern that I soon came to recognize and expect. Every morning I would be washed and groomed by a naked slave girl and then Gretchen would take me down to the hotel lobby where I would be spanked in front of a lobby full of people. After that I would be taken to the Punishment Park and I would be put to work, helping a park...