This story is about an Indian mother getting used behind her son's back. This is an experiment, let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated. ***** Rohith hated Tuesdays. He had to tutor Johnny and Carter today, just as he'd done for the past few months. Mrs. Leone, their Algebra teacher who was also Rohith's aunt, had been implored by the coaches t...
Life had been good to Chloe. She was perfectly aware of being a cliché Southern Belle but felt this only accentuated her already irresistible qualities. Petite, with a cascade of golden hair that rippled like dawn on the Mississippi, tiny gravity-defying breasts, and a constant tan, she never wanted for dates or doting from her parents. Mama was proud that h...
Mike was short of stature, standing a mere 5'2", and most everyone he knew thought he was too skinny. He'd let his hair grow down to his shoulders, his face was clean-shaven, and his personal hygiene great. He even flossed. His overriding passion were running and playing video games and he had developed an especial love for retro-gaming. When he wasn't out p...
Note: This is a work of fiction written for the "On the Job" story event. All characters are 18 or older, and all of them, plus the locations described, are products of my imagination. Like many writers, I love to hear from my readers, so please take a few moments to leave a comment if you like. I hope you enjoy this story, and all the tales written for this...
Mabel, a retired professor of electrical engineering now seventy-four, had been a widow for over two decades. Living alone, she didn't need the big five-bedroom house: she kept it mostly for her visitors. Today she had two, one long-planned, the other impromptu. Joan, her best friend for over fifty years, had arrived a couple of days ago for a three-week v...
What was your first time like? My name is Jake, and this is my story. Although I was told I was a nice guy, I was too shy when it came to girls -- the kind of a guy who was always a friend but never a lover. Much to my embarrassment and despite my inept efforts to the contrary, I was still a virgin when I graduated from high school. I thought at the time t...
During my freshman year of college, I learned about something called a "flashbulb memory" during my introduction to psychology class. It's a memory of an event that was so meaningful at the time it occurred, your brain can recall vivid details of what happened in that particular moment years after it took place. I have about a half-dozen of these flashbulb m...
"I don't know Amanda, I guess I'm just bored." I think that was how it started. I was sitting in my best friend Amanda's living room sipping wine. My name is Alissa Wallman. I had just turned thirty-nine which may have something to do with the dramatic change in our life that I track to that day. I've been married to my high school sweetheart Logan for twen...
The Festival After a long travel the group had finally reached Um-Barrad. This was the first dwarven city Zalen had ever visited and it certainly looked quite different from the previous cities he had come through. Every building looked like it had already been there for centuries, both in good and in bad. The city was apparently also the biggest center o...
Chapter 3: Wednesday I woke with Nick, but I didn't join him in the shower this morning. Instead I slipped on a pastel pink Supergirl tee and a pair of white cotton panties and crept along to the guest room. I don't know what I was looking for, or what I'd have done if the cock had been there. Frankly, I was starting to think I'd been so pent up sexually th...