It has been a long time. You anxiously squirm in your seat, trying hard to think about things that do not pertain to sex, but it's no use. As your teacher drones on, it only becomes harder and harder to keep your eyes off of the people that you call friends. If they knew just how much you were hurting to bend them over the nearest desk and fuck them raw, you...
I was naked, my legs were spread indecently far apart and my bottom was pushed out towards Doctor Riemen. This would have been quite humiliating all by itself, however Doctor Riemen increased my mortification by spearing my asshole with her fingers and probing deep and mercilessly into my anus. "Now Gwendoline, I am going to ask you some questions," Doctor...
I had to leave home to get to the south coast for some business meetings. I was not in a hurry and it was a great day. I hate all the crush at the stations, so I decided to get on the final carriage of the train, before first class. I was delighted it turned out the way it did. The carriage was not full and there were no frontward facing seats until near th...
Thanks to my muse that inspired this story and the editors that helped make it better. ~ The dim lighting of the room did nothing to help the grainy, digital image. Emily Gris watches the film on her laptop, not unlike a poorly streamed porn clip from the internet, with a glass of red wine in one hand. Her husband's fidelity, not picture quality, was her m...
Meet Giselle Bao Phuong, a fifty-something Asian Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She attends the Ottawa Church of The Savior, and they meet every Sunday at ten o'clock inside a community center located within walking distance of the University of Ottawa. The place has become Giselle's refuge, for many reasons. Giselle feels lonely sinc...
He crawled on his hands and knees towards her. She was lying on her back with her legs spread open, the glistening sex inviting him to taste its musky depths. He lowered his head to catch the folds in his mouth, sucking them before spearing his tongue within to find her swollen clit. He circled it slowly, caught it with his lips and lapped at it again. She m...
Hello, there. My name is Wanda Jean-Pierre. A six-foot-three, dark-skinned, lean and athletic young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Avery Scott College, a small historically Black four-year school located in downtown Brockton. I major in medicine. The story I'm about to share with you involves ho...
To Readers: Feel free to add a chapter if you want, I don't really deny anything from being published. The more content there is means the more readers there are and ideas that can be formed into new story chapters or entire arcs. And if you ask me, the more Jamie gets fucked over and fucked in general, the better. So enjoy and thank you for reading, now bac...
I woke up in a daze and found myself in my school's nurse's office. The last thing I remember was feeling dizzy in the middle of class and then it was just a blur. "Ah, you're finally up. That's good." The elderly nurse, Mrs. Johnson said with the bedside manner of a crocodile, or just an old lady tired of kids faking sick to get out of tests reall...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...