Co-Written by Phil Velasquez Sunlight and shadow strobed through the bus windows as Scylla contemplated the ancient forest beyond the winding country road. She had to admit the southeast of France, at the foot of the Alps, was beautiful this time of year. A rich feast of greens and earthy rusts, dotted by the occasional contrasting farmhouse. A passing sig...
Adi's arms strained – she was leaning on the office desk as Jeffery, her professor and obviously her lover, slid into her from behind. He had one hand on her breast, head nuzzling the nap of her neck and his hips rocketing home. The door to the office was locked but the secretary was still at her desk and the department was still bustling. After two months...
My name is Harold Sims. I teach human biology to seniors at East Middle High in Southern California. To get the background on what is going on here I suggest starting with Part 01. After the threesome with Marci and Jessica I didn't really care who the sixth girl was. At first it had bugged me but maybe she was a really good student and didn't need "help"....
Nude Day falls on the last day of every school year. Today is my first. I put on a brand new pair of panties and my best bra so that whichever boy undresses me will see nice things. I go into the kitchen in my peasant blouse and retro pleated skirt but I can't eat. The protest sign is so bulky that Mom drives me to Darwin High. I put it up near the main en...
I am a professor at a small Midwestern college which will have to remain nameless in this story. The college dominates our small town as the largest employer, and the student body makes up a large percentage of the population. There is nothing too unusual about that, there are countless little college towns like ours. I had called in a female student for a...
This is a fictional account of a very real woman. Carol has a fervid desire to submit to a strong-willed, very well endowed, young, black man and is waiting for the nerve to act. Blaine * "Blaine," Carol giggled, clutching his arm so tightly he could feel the heat and swell of her breast, "how do you know these people?" Blaine lifter two fluted glasses of...
I would like to thank handyandy666620 giving me the inspiration for this fictional story and the support he has provided me. For those of you that have read the first chapter, this is the second chapter and those who have read my other works this story is a departure from them. This story contains scenes of reluctance, lesbian sex, a cheating spouse, and by...
'Damn this quitting smoking thing sucks,' Davis thought, 'I can't wait for my reward though. My real smoke is waiting at the park-and-ride, if we ever get there.' Venting his impatience with an imagined outburst at the bus driver really did help a little, even though he knew the driver couldn't do anything about the gridlocked traffic. He had taken one cig...
There was no wake-up call in a flea bag like this, but Scott rolled out early to get 'in uniform' as he called it. Donning his rumpled trench coat, he grabbed a coffee and donut at a 7-11 on the corner. Even Thanksgiving Day held captive its share of employees, he thought. Another block and he found a pay phone on the relatively deserted street. Of course, t...
(Author's note: This is only my third story here. Thank you to everyone who voted on "My Delicious Little Witch" in the Halloween contest. "Sweet, Young Stephanie" continues to be read in the TS/CD category, and Stephanie is mentioned a few times in the tale you are about to read now. I try to make each story different but all connected in some way to create...