The sound of my heels echoed through the darkened hallways. There was always something about the last day of school before a long break; how quickly the chaos and craziness that is the day to day at St Paul's Prep can turn to a peaceful quiet. It was March of my first year teaching at the elite prep school. I had been lucky to get the job in the first place...
Before you read this, keep in mind I am typing this as my fiancé and I do it! So if my typing isn't perfect, sorry! It's a little hard to think about grammar and punctuation when you're getting fucked! And if it's not in quotations, that's because it's my thoughts and not my words. This is incredibly difficult to type. As a challenge, my fiancé asked me to...
We're on a crowded dance floor. The music is loud. So loud that trying to talk is useless. We are surrounded by people; our bodies being jostled by the crowd. Colored lights flash and pulse in time to the music with a beat so heavy that you can feel it. It's hot. Your chest glistens with sweat and you catch me staring at your tits; you smile to yourself. You...
I desperately needed a break from city dwelling. My friends own a ranch in the country and invited me to stay. I should be ashamed to admit that I am so 'citified' that I almost refused the free vacation. After all, what is there to do on a ranch but watch where you're stepping? As much as I try to chalk all of this "good ol' country living" up to cutesy ho...
A few years back, there was a popular country song about how songs could trigger memories for people. I remember thinking at the time how true that was, and could rattle off a dozen examples of how a particular song would stimulate a memory, usually involving either a woman or a meal ( I like to eat, so shoot me). I didn't really appreciate the song's messag...
"I wonder if there is any more popcorn?" I asked my friend Sara from the small kitchen in our hotel room. "Top cabinet, right hand side," she yelled back to me. Sara and I have been friends for many years, and try to meet once a month for a girls night out, or some type of get together. This month we headed for a weekend in the city to do some Christmas sh...
It was a long day at the airports, and in flight to finally make my arrival to the Denver airport. The constant delays through security, departure and in obtaining my bags had made the trip almost already unbearable, and I hadn't even had to do my work yet. I wasn't anticipating a good weekend in the foothills of the Rockies. After retrieving my delayed lug...
This is a story about how I got back into the swing of things after a life-changing accident. I've been in a wheelchair for more than five years now, after I lost the use of my legs in a skiing accident. I won't get into all the details about the really bad times—when I felt suicidal, when my relationship with my then-girlfriend went sour and finally ended....
CHAPTER 7 – THE LAMB With her eyes closed, Lena smells the sweat from her naked body and the throbbing sensations in her pussy and ass from the sex she was forced to have. Going over the sexual ordeal in her mind, she knows eight or nine men, including her own father, fucked her. Lena recalls the shock she feel at the sight her father slamming his huge and...
I just entered my apartment when I hear the bell of the phone. It's Helen. Her parents are gone for the weekend and her brother is also away from town. She desperately wanted me, for ages, to have sex with her at her place, but, until now, we simply haven't had the chance... "Hurry up! I'll be preparing something good for us to eat!" I go and buy two bo...