Walking across campus to the art building, my mouth was a little dry. We were going to meet the art teacher, do the paperwork, releases were necessary, and do our first class, all in one afternoon. It was early fall but the days were really warm and lots of students were outside on the lawns. Remembering my friend in college who had done some life modeling,...
Bridget strolled into the art room as I steeled myself to go in for my second day of observed nudity. I took a deep breath and cast my hands to my side before I walked right in naked as the day I was born. Almost immediately, I noticed that something was different. The chaise and the dais were replaced by an ordinary desk and a woman who I had never seen bef...
I managed to park as close to the gymnasium as I possibly could but I still had to walk bare-legged some distance in broad daylight. Needless to say I received a few awkward glances from a couple of passerby's but nothing as lingering as I would have gotten if I were walking around naked. I was grateful that the tacky silk shirt I was wearing at least had a...
With great effort, the Helltaker journeyed into hell, bashed skeletons, kicked rocks, solved every puzzle, and ultimately, gathered the finest cuties throughout the netherworld into his own demon harem. Armed with nothing more than a sharp suit, sexy shades, a great chocolate pancake recipe, and the wit to pick the right dialogue options- or the grit to go t...
Normally trekking through an old growth oak forest would be the cat's meow for me. After all, I am an ecology major just on the verge of graduation. The thought of graduation reminded me once again why I was here in these woods and my ire rose. Damn art requirement and damn counselor who had realized I was missing it! I hate art. I can't even draw stick figu...
This story could have gone in a variety of other categories, as it involves domination and submission, and aspects of heterosexual and lesbian sex between participants of different ages. If that offends you, then I suggest you don't read it. If it works for you, check out my other stories (and favorite authors)! ***** It was early next week when I was told...
"I need your help," Julie blurted out when she saw me sitting at the table. I looked at her a little surprised. This wasn't the first time Julie had asked for my help. In fact it was at the third time. Julie was a Fine Art major at the same Midwestern university I attended. We were both sophomores and had known each other and been friends since the start of...
Jack looked around at the new students in his art class. He was a post graduate art student and already had a bit of a reputation as a painter. He had irritated his professor by choosing to teach in a private academy rather than tutor under-grads at the university. The reasons for this choice were simple: the pay was better and the challenge was harder. Tha...
All Characters 18 or older * Kalli's grandfather built furniture. That was her memory. He was the one who cared for her, when her parents dumped her every weekend and sometimes longer. He was the one who fed her, and bathed her, and tucked her in at night. His hands caressed her as her rocked her to sleep, and made sure she wore clean panties. His hands ga...
"New class. New assignment. Can you give me a hand?" Julie asked, popping her head into my dorm room. This wasn't the first time Julie had waned my help, and I didn't really think it was my "hand" she wanted. I didn't hesitate for a minute. "Sure," I said with a smile. "What do you need?" "Come on down to my room so I can show you what I'm working on." Ju...