Claire knew it was three-forty. She knew because she had just checked the clock a few seconds ago, but she looked anyway. It was three-forty. She had already closed what she'd been working on, so she opened a couple of spreadsheets to clutter the screen. She picked a paperclip - a fancy one with a red no-slip plastic coating - from the magnetic dispenser t...
Truth or Dare, Part 1 Wednesday evenings had become Truth or Dare night for Mercedes and her girl friends, Sheena and Ella. Originally started as a way of breaking up the long week of college classes, the girls were upping the ante when it came to the dares they challenged each other to, and the truths they demanded be spilled. Previously, Mercedes had been...
It was probably good that Steph left teaching to work at a magazine. She was kind of a mess, and even the kids realized that her heart wasn’t in it. As an entertaining colleague, I missed her. I also missed the few occasions we managed to hook up--a parking lot after night school, and a memorable angry afternoon helping her move. When she left, I filed those...
Alice surveyed the room. It was the first time she'd been in the room since she'd dropped Patricia off for the start of her freshman year at Kennedy College. She was surprised to learn that Patricia's roommate would be a guy, but Kennedy was a small, private liberal arts college and they were a little short on resources. Patricia was lucky enough to be one...
Dance is an elective at my college, but, after spending five solid years immersed in both modern and classical, I had less than zero interest in the course. The room, however, was most useful; large and well lit, with mirrored walls and practice bars. Three times a week I would make use of the facility when no class was in session. Quiet and alone; able to c...
Married. The sexiest son of a bitch she’d ever laid her eyes on, and god damnit, he was married. Of course it didn’t help matters that he was her English teacher, but to be perfectly honest, she didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He could have been the fucking President, and she’d still go after him. But he was married. Married! Not that that would have st...
A sequel to "Boys Will Be Gurls", Pleasing The Head continues the story from the next morning. * I woke up the next morning a little groggy, I hadn't had much exposure to alcohol before and wasn't enjoying the after effects. For a second I didn't remember what had happened the night before, then it all hit me in a rush. I had dressed up like a girl to be...
Hi. It's me, Linda, again—the sometimes horny second grade teacher. Remember the story I told you a few days ago about watching this really horny couple I met masturbate for each other and for me? I really shouldn't have told you about that, and I need you to promise you won't tell anyone else about it. After all we are all respectable citizens, and we don't...
"HI," she smiled. They'd barely spoken before he was rummaging between her thighs with shaking hands, anxiously fondling the crease of her jeans. She was surprised by the sudden drive in his desire. One minute, smiling at the door, the next trying to open up her body, without so much as a warning. "This is interesting," she gasped as he pulled his other ar...
It all works out okay in the end, folks! I've been accused of typing this type of story with only one hand. Guilty as charged. It is a nasty stroke story which turns into something more. My idea of a good story is one which gets me off and brings a tear to my eye. I hope this works on both levels for you as well as it did for me. * He certainly wasn't expe...