I have, by all accounts, what many consider to be a rather unusual hobby. I've indulged it for as long as I can remember and but for few exceptions I have never had difficulty acquiring victims. And, trust me, victim is the right word. Part of the reason why is that I have always been tall, thin, and beautiful. Even as a young girl, when all my friends were...
From the back room she entered. I watched her. I saw her glance at Me, then look away. Then she looked again and smiled. I turned My head back to the magazine I was pretending to read. I smiled to Myself. This was such fun. she started working at the local drug store about a year ago. The first time I saw her I recognised her from years earlier, when she wa...
His name was Michael Hancock, but they called him Professor Cock. More than a juvenile nickname, the moniker was said to have some basis in fact. At least that was how the rumor went: that the young English professor was hung like a stallion with endurance to match, and had proven as much to more than one female student over the past three years that he'd...
Sony had just gone when Vikas' phone rang. It was Parineeti. "Hello darling!" Vikas smiled as he answered the call from his beautiful secretary. "Hello Sir!" "How are you doing? How is Goa?" "I am good. Goa is nice, but I am hating it." "Arre! Why?" "Because you are not here." Pari said in a pouty voice. ============== Half an hour ago. Parin...
You're Tom, an average guy who's always fantasized of being a pro wrestler since childhood. One day, you decide to finally follow your dreams and quit your day job. Young, ambitious, and with everything to prove, you decide to start your career by finding an underground league to join, hoping you'll quickly gain a name for yourself. Sadly, your efforts are f...
A smug smile grazed my lips as I thought about my plan which was about to begin and glanced at my target to see he was completely oblivious of my eyes on him, immersed in his work. Taking a deep breath, I entered the classroom which was completely empty since I was ten minutes early to the class and no one bothered to show up in history until the last bell,...
I park up and get out of the car. Terrific place, I think, walking up the drive. The door opens before I can ring the bell. "Hi. You must be Mark." The voice, low and throaty, has the same effect as it did when she called. It makes me think of tussled sheets. Now the visuals don't always match the audio in my (considerable) experience but in this ca...
Foreword: This is a continuation of my first story "Slightest Intentions;" although I had always intended on continuing the saga, as it were, I had some critique over the brevity of the first installment of this story. I tried to draw things out a bit more on this effort, but I hope I didn't degrade the story to tedium. Nevertheless, it is highly recommended...
Author's note: This is an edited version. Hopefully I have fixed and clarified the confusion created by the name mix-ups I had in the original version. This version is clearer and should offer a better reading experience. Thanks for the input. *********************************** "Whoa! Sorry!" I cried, embarrassed as I walked in to the bathroom. I had for...
The conservative, tight-assed little bitch walked by me in the hallway at work every day, nose in the air, little ass swinging back and forth, not giving me so much as a glance. She was from the South somewhere, and her accent showed it. She spoke with a syrupy southern drawl and talked a lot about "God and Jaysus" and that kind of crap. She loved talking ab...