Introduction "Welcome to Sandler Finishing School, Miss Kennedy" I looked away, panting, embarrassed. I pulled my legs together to hide myself and shuffled up in my seat. Pleasure was still pulsing between my legs and flowing through my body as I breathed deeply, mortified at how I reacted. Professor Goodwin didn't seem to care. She walked around her desk...
Episode 1: January 6th, 1998 Even before the popularity of his magazines and movies became infamous in the crazy world of sex, Lester Graves had been interested in making his money by exploiting young women. During the long nights as a teenager he dreamed of the most beautiful girls he went to school with, and in these dreams they were his loyal slaves, who...
I answered the phone on the third ring. "Hi John," my beautiful girlfriend Kelly said, "it's me." "Hi sweetheart," I replied. "We need to talk, " she led off coldly. I knew immediately where this was going. She was feeling guilty and was crawling back in to her shell once again. I prayed this would not happen, but knew it was inevitable. "What's on your...
"Only one more appointment, Mr Westgate! " Rosie sang in her nasal sing-song voice. She grabbed at her bag haphazardly, kicking her chair under the desk. "I've got to go and finish the cannelloni for my Alfonso!" Patrick Westgate sighed, running his large hands over his shaved head to massage his temples. He knew a migraine was on the way. Rosie was his sec...
"Sonya! Sonya!" I ran when I heard Frankie's voice getting vastly closer. That boy may look like nothin' but apple pie but on the inside something wasn't right. I made a quick right at the hall of my mother's Bronx penthouse and hid in the hallway closet, climbing onto the top shelf as I heard his shallow pants getting closer. I nestled into the tight spac...
It was Valentine's Day and my girlfriend and I had agreed not to buy each other gifts that year, because she was a new teacher and I was between jobs. Last minute, though, I won five hundred on a scratch ticket and decided to put it to good use. When Sarah got home from school I handed her an envelope and told her to get into the car. "What's this? I tho...
This is a story. In the story the wife meets an old boyfriend and thinks about him. If you do not like this style stop now do not read further, find something else to read. If you are going to comment on how dumb the content is I will delete the comment. If on the other hand, I write badly, tell me, and if I make a typo, tell me, if there is something that I...
I thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. My editors, who hail from across the pond kindly pointed out a couple of words that could well confuse some readers: Rogering = Shagging = Copulating : Bristols = Rack = Front suspension = Breasts or tits, if you like. * Don't they all say 'Hindsi...
I haven't always been like this. There was a time, as a younger woman, when I moved through the day without noticing everyone I encountered with the same eye for elements as I do now. Back then, a face was not a porthole to the inside world of men and women. The posture and carriage of a body did not reveal the food consumed, emotional baggage lugged, and th...
I have known George and April Newton for many years, in fact April and I have been friends since high school. More than friends, lovers really. I was the first boy ever to see April naked, the first to feel and appreciate the gentle swell of her developing breasts and, eventually, the first to slide between her spread thighs and relieve her of her virginity....