She appeared to be in her fifties, with a figure that was not slim, but not conspicuously overweight, either. With wide hips, a modest waistline, and a generous bosom, she was what some men might describe as "on the solid side." She was dressed in a white blouse, gray skirt, nylons, and sensible flats. Her jewelry was not ostentatious, and she wore a minimum...
**I'm sorry the last chapter was so short. This one will be longer, and the following ones will likely be the same length as the first one.** ***** The next couple of days had passed without incident for Amelia. She had gone to her classes as usual, and hadn't felt anymore unseen fingers anywhere on her. She almost thought that it had just been a weird day...
It's been too long. I left Shelly hanging, bare-assed, with her dorm room open, waiting to make friends. How cruel. It's just that she, like yours try, has been hard at work studying. Pantless of course. *** The first week of college had been a whirlwind. The heatwave and lack of functional A/C left Shelly waking up in the morning completely dehydrated an...
Hi my name is Thomas and what do you know, I'm a peeping tom. I live across the street from an all-girl college dorm. In each dorm room there are two girls, and this is an exclusive college so all the girls are 18-20 and none of them are fat. One day I bought a telescope and the rest was history. The day I bought the telescope I brought it up to my apartment...
Sometimes, I hate my life. Seriously. My name is Stephen L'Atelier. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on the seventh day of February 1989. My father, Jeremie L'Atelier is White, of French-Canadian descent. My mother, Annette Jean-Francois, is Black, of Haitian descent. She moved to Canada from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti t...
I was only eighteen when I discovered that I wasn't normal. I grew up in a normal Mexican home where my parents were quite strict. They didn't let me start dating until I was seventeen and for that reason I was still a virgin when my parents took me to the dorm I would be living in without them. My mother fussed over me and my father was oddly distant. He lo...
Ah, college life. It's the greatest thing in the world, if you're lucky. Who am I? Justin Rodham. Bisexual African-American College Man Extraordinaire. A student at Magister College. It's a small private college located somewhere in New England. It was founded in 1987 by James Magister, a retired businessman and philanthropist. He intended Magister College t...
My head was splitting, but that didn't matter; it was as happy a morning as I could ever have imagined, as I slowly woke up, and could feel Angie's body snuggled up to mine. It was close quarters in my dorm room twin bed, the room still half dark as the sun was just barely up. I guess it was my hugging her, pulling her just a little closer, that woke her u...
A lot of people who know me find my sexual proclivities rather alarming. I don't know what the fuss is about, though. Seriously. What's wrong with being bisexual? I cannot fathom it for the life of me. Bisexual men and bisexual women have existed since the dawn of man. We've been heroes and villains, artists and entertainers, kings and queens, princes and ro...
You are very beautiful. No two ways about it. Many men would die to sleep with you. Well, until they find out your "little" secret. On the surface, you look like a cliche girl next door. First glance at you, people would notice things like long flowing hair, delicate features, and a warm smile. Go under the first layers of clothes, you would notice...