25th May Slut gets the point School sort of ended in May. The year 13s were given two weeks off before our A-levels to revise. I was a diligent student and intended to use my time productively. On the last day, it was traditional for the six-formers to abandon their business suits and dress up as school children for the last day pub crawl. As an undercover...
"T-thanks, Halle," Jess didn't turn to face her parent, preoccupied as she was with focusing on everything but the prior events. "I got a bit carried away," Kyodai admitted breathlessly. This wasn't the first time she had been caught by a partner's parent or sibling, as such she managed to regain her composure far more quickly than her girlfriend. Though it...
2) Balls Deep at the Ball The Halloween ball was upon us. I had recently parted ways with my prudish girlfriend so this horny, bisexual crossdresser with a high heel boot fetish and the most recent increment of the student loan siting in his bank account was going all in. Shiny black leather knee high boots with a slender four inch chrome heel were acquire...
Note: This story was inspired by an anecdotal account of a famous author's days at college. I will not name this person to avoid any controversy. He didn't participate in those events, but reported that there was a custom where some of the most feminine boys were kept as "the tart" of some of the upperclassmen. In that instance it was probably done in a more...
Yessenia nervously touches up her makeup in the rearview mirror. As nervous as she is, she is also excited. As she waits in the parking lot of the hotel, a mild waves of panic ensue her. "Why can't I get this hair to cooperate?!" "My arms are too flabby - I really need to hit the gym again." "Does my makeup really look ok?" So many thoughts flood her...
"I'm not sucking your dick!" the hot redhead wearing the warbonnet screamed at the president of I Felta Thi. "Well, I'm not giving you a ride home then, you snotty cock-teasing bitch," he snapped. "There are plenty of other chicks here who will blow me and say, 'Thank you, sir, for giving me the opportunity.' You can walk home for all I care." The girl lef...
Brandy had finished her shift at the House of Dreams, a store of strange wonders. Toys of all varieties, wondrous candies from around the world, clothing which was exotic to the states, and many other strange trinkets were sold at the shop. People stopped by regularly to stare in amazement, and now and then people purchased the goods, whether a cute outfit f...
My name is Cynthia Wilson. And I'm the whitest black chick you've ever met. Tall, slender, brown-skinned and green-eyed. The daughter of a biracial businessman and an African-American supermodel. I was born into wealth and privilege, and I'm sorry to say that I was quite stuck-up because of that. Also, I was one of those privileged black women who looked dow...
The lives of rich and powerful people are never boring. Especially if you're the help. They don't notice you but you notice everything. Take my word for it, I've worked in this field for thirty years. Just your humble but wise and somewhat worldly janitor. My name is Alistair Belleview, and I'm a sixty-two-year-old Black male living in Washington D.C.. I've...
Attila sat around, bored, as usual. He had rented this cabin to relax and kick back, and here he was, bored. He turned on the television and idly flicked through the channels, not really seeing what was on. He threw the remote down, disgusted, and walked out to the kitchen. Attila dug through the fridge, found a beer, and twisted the cap off. Swallowed half...