He wasn't the kind of boy you'd call "nerdy" from the get-go, or the kind you would imagine to be obsessive with pocket-protectors; and other such cliché sorts of definitions of what a "geek" should be. Though, by no means was Avery Wolfram a normal teenage boy. I first met Avery in my AP precalculus class my senior year quite by accident. But before I get...
"I suggest that until you see Roxy, that's the last time you get your rocks off...I'll give her the meeting information, a week from now, 8 pm. Monte Carlo Hotel. I'll have you a reservation." Tracy had told me after giving me road head on the way back to work. The Monte Carlo was a ritzy place, not the type of place I would just bring to bang a woman, hell...
A Story by ROMMEL, detailing further events in my association with the Dominant Agnes. The last time I spoke to you regarding my complete relinquishing of control to the cruel, but mesmerising Agnes, you may recall that I finished by relating that we got married. This followed a demeaning weekend, during which, Agnes broke me utterly to her will, and I beca...
We had been married about three years, when my wife and I decided that it just wasn't working. We agreed to a "Trial Separation" with the proviso that we could see others if we wished to, but somehow I didn't think that Gayle would do anything about it in a physical sense. I had always been a gentle lover, and she seemed like the quintessential "ice queen."...
Roger was looking forward to reporting to Grinning Griely although it had nothing to do with the Chief Superintendent. He wanted to see if Georgina would smile at him again. He was in the anti-room waiting. He was obviously lost to the world, Georgina touched his arm breaking his reverie, the touch bolstered him. "Penny for your thoughts," she said. Roger...
Full text of the Complete Volume of Collected Borg Poetry: "Poetry is irrelevant." As a few of you may know, a troll recently called the pseudo-autobiographical story of my very first interracial encounter: "Sappy." He/She/It also informed me that "I was gay." Now I have to admit to you that this bothered me. I'd been losing sleep for days over how to prese...
Author's Note: My last story was written just for fun, and was entirely fictional. Now it's back to reality, and my reality has changed a lot. My husband is now aware of my "indiscretions," and has taken an active role in my handling, along with his father, who was a former lover. Thinking back over the last couple of years or so, I'm reminded of how this al...
"I rather enjoyed that," Silk murmured, still crouched on the floor as he slowly withdrew from her pussy; "but I'm still aching for your cock." "I may let you come properly later, pet." "That would make me very glad." "Was it mean of me to slap your hip just when you were about to come?" "I should have asked permission, sir." "So you should; so you shou...
I buried my face into my pillow and groaned. I was awake for the hundredth time tonight. This time it had been my 'therapeutic' candles that had woken me up. It was my fault I suppose. I should have known better than to have bought smells made of chemicals. The scent that was supposed to be jasmine and baby's breath smelled like field grass and musk. Not t...
My name is Ms Meyers. I am a thirty year old college professor of English Literature. Students have to go through me to graduate which gives me a good opportunity to root out the trouble makers and students worth spending more time with. I am a sexy 5ft. 6in tall brunette with piercing brown eyes, large breasts and shapely legs, which I love to show off to m...