I was preparing to move into my college freshman dorm at the University of Oregon. I was super excited to be living on my own. It's not that my parents were overbearing or anything, I just wanted to be alone, away from them. Though I was ditching my parents, I was unfortunately going to be stuck with a roommate.What's next? Jamie: An athlete What's next?...
If you read the last account of my life, I had just gone to a nudist club for the first time. I felt like a true nudist for the very first time, and never looked back. I had an absolutely amazing time at the club, and me and my family joined shortly thereafter. We went one more time that summer before school started again, and then a couple times during the...
The name is Damon James Lacroix. Friends call me D.J. I am a tall, good-looking young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I'm on vacation. Coming and going as I please. Just doing my thing, you know how it is. I'm taking a well-deserved vacation from Langer College, a small, private, four-year liberal arts school located in the town o...
Aaron grunted, his jaw flexing and nostrils flaring as he gripped Erica's round ass tightly and churned upward into her freely-drooling pussy. Moaning back, she rolled her hips rhythmically, impaling herself over and over and OVER again until she was lost in the sensations his stabbing thrusts had unleashed. Placing one small hand on the sweat-slickened skin...
Chapter 1: At Heartbreak Notes to Readers: More than three people might be an orgy, so at the end of chapter 1 is a list of the main characters to keep this orgy friendly. Also, this story included background for a series. The section titled "Introducing Cindy the Nympho" may hold the most appeal to some readers. - Waiting At Heartbreak September 2015,...
Warning: there is a very long build-up to this -that's just kind of how it played out! ***** It seems like it's way too soon, but my son turned 18 this fall, and we've been visiting colleges for the last three months. I'm a teacher, and Jay is still in school, so we take road-trips every couple of weeks, leaving Friday afternoon and spending some or all of...
This story is also copyright of the author and all rights are reserved. Spencer was back home in his sleepy little town from his first year of college, moving back in with his parents for the summer while not taking any classes. He found himself mesmerized at the small quiet little town he'd grown up it, it was a far cry from the major city his college...
I take my profession as an educator seriously. I feel that I owe my students more than the mere contents of a History course. I feel I owe it to some of them to impart some knowledge of life, as it really is outside of the classroom. Because of this avocation, I have feasted on the firm, taut, nubile flesh of freshman coeds for years. At 45, still fit, with...
January 1st, 2017 The clock on the nighstand switched from a.m. to p.m. In the distance one could hear the church bells ring 12 times with a thunderous sound that was sure to wake up even the ones that partied hard last night. In a darkened room on the other end of the small city, a figure stirred in bed, forcefully awoken by the sound. The figure groaned an...
The characters in this story speak French most of the time although I have written their dialogue in English with only a very occasional French phrase for some degree of authenticity. I haven't studied French in forty years and apologize if I've gotten tense, gender, grammar or syntax wrong. Steve had just completed his freshman year of college. He was a vi...