I finally sleep with the smell of that new book in my face. Only about twenty pages to go when my eyes closed forcefully with the light still on, the print blankets my face. Waking up where I left off some six hours earlier the story is finished. Supposedly a novel a day keeps the shrink wrapper away, my theory in high school. No, I do not want to meet with...
DR. Jean Marlin was a sex therapist. She had a big house and lived alone. Always busy working; the DR hired a cleaning agency to do her housework. They assigned an older gentleman who she met at their office while signing the paperwork. He was black in his late 40's. He seems to have been there a while so the DR had no reservations in giving the agency the c...
The next morning, I didn't have class until later and when I awoke about 9 am and came out to the living room, Brenda was sitting on the recliner with nothing on but a long football jersey, used like a night gown that barely covered her panties, that black silk thong which was easy to see, and a pair of tight, white, nylon knee socks that were scrunched down...
My sister Dorene was on the phone asking me if I could accommodate her friend Ruby during the Summer holidays. "She's a really delightful woman, generous and easy going, I wouldn't ask you otherwise," said Dorene. Ruby was studying theatre and dance and had to attend a six-week contemporary dance course at the local university. I was certain that my girlf...
Lexi's eyes grew wide upon hearing the distant sound of polished wood sliding smoothly along its track, an audible crash as the drawer in Stephanie's room met the end of said track. She knew that sound, everyone would, that outfit had just opened up the sock drawer within her sister's room. With that sound, Lexi came to the realization that this was all true...
Chapter 5: C.S.O.'s Karen and Linda put their foot down ... and their feet up. I knew I was in trouble -- big trouble -- as I listened to the vengeful tone of my two supervisors' running dialogue as they frogmarched me across Canford town square, heading towards the Sock Room ... "Can you believe it, Lindz," said Community Service Officer Karen, in tones...
Author's Note: This story is based on a true story. I wanted to build the background for the story in this installment. Feel free to comment and give me feedback. Would love to hear from the readers. * I have always had a foot fetish. Even as a young boy, when the weather started to turn warm in New England, I would become excited as I knew that soon wome...
The mere sound of the door to the flat being closed behind her was sufficient stimulus to cause my cock to start to swell. The explanation was simple, I had learnt to associate this sound as a starter for fun, it indicated my roomie Catherine had left the flat to go to her work. It meant that I could sneak into her room and have a good rummage through her la...
Please read my elevator story first before commencing, to understand people, places and descriptions. My sincere apologies if this is a somewhat tedious task, but it will help a little. * The following Tuesday morning, 7.30 am. Oh how I dreaded that alarm clock in the morning, the constant buzzing whizzed through my ears and Marcus, my boyfriend, barely m...
A few weeks had passed since the awkward sexual encounter with my mom, and there had not been any mention of what took place. It was as if it never happened. Overall, things were pretty calm around the house. My mom was busy with work, and my sister, Vicky, was on a trip with some friends. It gave me some time to relax as there weren't a ton of chores, and I...