(If possible read with Dubstep music - it will add to the experience) Introducing, the third in the series of Clifftop College entries. Who ever said boarding school would be boring? Evelyn had always been a rather sexual girl. Since losing her virginity at thirteen, she'd had countless amounts of sexual partners. As a student of the prestigious mixed boar...
Richard Watson flopped down on the brown, leather couch in the family room and sighed. At the age of 55 he was in pretty good shape: 5 feet 10 inches tall, 190 pounds on his muscular frame, and the owner of a billion-dollar business. Though women frequently told him he was attractive, he mostly doubted their sincerity. Some women might mention how intelligen...
It was the Monday morning weekly status meeting at the school and the principal adjusted and said "Before we start with the usual agenda, there is a matter of upmost importance that needs to be dealt with first" and paused for dramatic effect. Having ascertained he had the staff's undivided attention, he continued "Sherry, you leaked the questions in your...
© Andyhm. 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This story is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years ol...
NB: I did my own editing for this one, so pardon any mistakes. Also, any reference to the actual names and locations of places are purely fictional. On that note, happy reading! *** "Secure the perimeters and make sure you keep her in sight at all times!" The head vanguard acknowledged the order and signed off; his holographic transmission disconnected fr...
I stopped swimming through the fluffy blackness of sleep. Yup. Time to wake up. The black took on a warm, deep tone, changing from the surreal darkness of dreamland to the darkness created by closed eyelids. I lay in that darkness and smiled to myself. Life felt very good. I took a deep breath. Whoa. Somebody needs a shower. Or maybe a diligent march thro...
Author's Note. A friend of mine dared me to write a story about a Transsexual so I wrote this story, he loved it so I have decided to share it with others who enjoy this kind of erotica. This story was written for fun and does not reflect the views of the author, nothing in this story is possible and contains fantasy situations. Let me know what you think an...
It had been a few weeks since back to school night and things had slowed down a bit. We had officially entered fall season and football was in full effect. I luckily had escaped my duties as an assistant coach this year due to my upgrade as Head of English. No more long weeknights spent coaching and no more Friday nights wasted trying to pretend that I cared...
Author's note: All sexual acts portrayed in this story are between characters aged 18 or older. Any resemblance to non-fictional people and events is neither intended by the author nor inferred by the text. Thank you for reading. Please enjoy. Chapter 3 The sun was high over the Pacific Ocean. Clay was there to watch the familiar yet breathtaking sight fr...
Author's note. Although this stands alone as a bawdy romp through Victorian America, it might be advisable to read the earlier parts first to gain an understanding of the story and characters. *** Amanda smiled sweetly. Her foresight in telling Oliver Strand the Deputy Lieutenant Governor of Georgia and by some margin the most influential man in the Stat...