One of the time-honored traditions of teaching is the Friday afternoon happy hour. By lunch on Monday, plans are usually being made for the week's event. After five days of baby sitting, refereeing, mommying, and even occasionally teaching, rejuvenation is only a cold beer and a gripe session away. Another tradition in education is that teachers are low-paid...
It was a sunny, quiet Sunday morning as I strode through a deserted section of my local park. This was my favourite area with several benches situated right on the edge of a large grassy wooded area where only the odd dog walker ventured. I sat on my favourite bench, unfurled my paper and began to read, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine and the tranquility...
While I am sure no one will believe this, this is a true story, it happened many years ago and all the people involved were much more than legal age, in fact no one was less than 40 years old. The only real reason I am even writing this down, is that my wife and I spent many many years as swingers and had lots of great adventures, now I am old and in very p...
Arianne Voric shifted down a gear, feeling the strong pull of the two litre engine as she accelerated into the long, climbing curve. Her leather gloved hands moved deftly across the steering wheel instinctively correcting an incipient skid as the road surface changed from dry to damp under the fringe of fir trees that bordered the A1 highway. As the road str...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Slave Girl'. Warning: this chapter contains non-consensual scenes. Chapter 12: Becky A few weeks after the card game, La Contessa invites me to accompany her on a different venture. She's on a mission. She's searching for a loyal female submissive. She wants me to...
Chapter 16: The Archbishop My worst fears about Julia's reactions to the afternoon's activities, in particular La Contessa's command for me to fondle her slave girl, are not realised. Indeed, the whole episode turned us both on. Luckily she has no use for either of us for the rest of the evening so we retire in secret to Julia's room. It proves an ideal op...
All day long I've been thinking about this moment Laura. No, that's not right. All week I've been living out this moment. But that's not strictly true either. Since booking the hotel three months ago, I've been thinking of the moment we finish our glasses of Prosecco, and leave the table for the anonymity of our room. That moment is now. The short walk al...
I was on my computer immediately Googling frantically trying to find anything on this Bo Culpepper. I was striking out everywhere I tried. I decided to go to the library and use their resources (maybe even sort through some microfiches of old newspapers, if I was lucky). I tried "Who's Who in the USA" for the 1930s and couldn't find his name. Then I started...
Kathy's Friendly Neighbor I'd gotten so used to the old neighbor's schedule that I didn't even think as I took off my bikini top to lay back in the sun next to my pool in the warm May sunshine of Southern California. My husband, Mark, was off on a business trip for three days and I hoped to be a few shades darker from my pale winter white when he got back....
A lonely young woman is left the family farmhouse by her grandmother who always said, "I've got the trains to keep me company." This is a VERY mild story that will primarily appeal to those who are into machine self-stimulation or have a fetish about steampunk. There is no explicit sex. Instead this sets up a fantasy which some will live out in their own mi...