Lauren had just turned 18 the other day. She was the last of a group of six girls, who had all grown up together since as far back as they could remember, to turn 18. Each girl had been raised in a very strict household. They didn't very much like it, but they accepted it, knowing that when they turned 18, things would be different. So one day, around 4 or 5...
1 ÷ 7 When the idea of fucking the math team first came to Julie, it didn’t really surprise her. She was, after all, safe in her bed, in the dark, away from the scrutiny of others, with her Hello Kitty vibrator pressed firmly against her clit. Under such circumstances, even the wildest ideas can seem plausible. But what did surprise her was this—even the...
A/N: There is a bit of plot intro but after it gets good so keep reading. Also you pronounce Aemilius (Eh-meal-e-us) and Emil (Em-eel). Please vote and comment :) (Be Kind, this is only my second story) ~LateNightReader121 Prologue When we are young we are all afraid of something, be it the dark, the creature in the closet, or in my case the monster under...
As I headed out to pick up my friend, I keep thinking to myself "I can't believe I'm going to do this." When I told my friend what my plans were after we left the bar she said pretty much the same thing, except after she expressed her disbelief she then said, "Go girl, you deserve to have some fun." The evening started at her place, she had to change since...
My name is Mark. I am twenty four. It had never occurred to be before this particular night. Having sex with a prostitute, that is. It just happened. I knew that in Europe things were done differently, and that Amsterdam was famous for it's red light district. But, that was it. My story began on the second night of my trip to Holland, the day before I was du...
Ch. 4 – Puerto Vallarta I woke at seven in the morning the day we pulled into our first port of call. Puerto Vallarta holds special memories for me. Never one for the excursions, I took a taxi to the shopping district to pick up some jewelry for my girlfriends. Then lunch at the Hard Rock Café and a stroll on the beach. Late in the afternoon I flagged ano...
This is a very short story about a totally unexpected stroke of good fortune. I am 38 years old and married. We have two kids and on the odd occasion that we go out for the evening we ask a neighbour's 18-year-old daughter to baby-sit the kids. Her name is Jane and we have known her about 10 years. Last Saturday morning, I was running an errand to our loca...
Inspired by Sue Grafton's alphabetical series. There he is! The stretch limousine silently trundled to the curb and came to a stop. The crowd pressed around the vehicle, women screaming and cameras flashing for several moments before the driver could make his way around to the rear door. Dorie couldn't breathe. Her body was numb and she felt as if she wa...
Today was finally the day she was going to strut her stuff. It was 18 months to the day that she had the surgery and now she had gone from 335 pounds to 143. She had dropped 20 dress sizes and she looked great if she did say so herself. The transformation in her self-image was the amazing part. She LOOKED in mirrors now and liked what she saw. She loved show...
Mrs. Prasad. She was the stuff boyhood fantasies were made of. I still remember her vividly after all these years have passed. 9 years exactly. She was my high school English teacher. At 5' 6", she had that typical build of an Indian woman – not skinny but not fat either, just the right amount of meat on her bones. She was of wheatish complexion with her bl...