Fate is definitely a funny mistress. When I think of the day I met my future husband's family, I have mixed feelings about it. You see, up until I ran into them, I was having one of the worst days of my life. It's not easy being a Muslim female immigrant of Saudi Arabian descent in the Canadian Capital, but I try my best. My name is Amal Jubeir. I moved to t...
I'm the high school Band teacher from the Chicago area that sent in my story from a couple months ago about having an unexpected sexual romp with a couple of my African-American students at my house after school one afternoon. I wrote about how I was 35, curvy, and single, and how that afternoon awakened a sexual hunger in me. On that particular day in Marc...
(Author's Note: All fictional characters depicted in this story are at least 18 years old.) "Nice ass, Becky!" Marcus yelled from the top of his lungs from the other side of the school's hallway, directing his crass comment at me. Fucking prick. I hated Marcus. I dealt with him enough throughout high school. It was senior year, and I was still dealing wi...
She lay, elbow on the bed, head propped on her hand looking down at him. It was impossible, and yet it had happened. Here was the living proof lying beside her and the sperm she could feel in her vagina and the bed redolent of their coupling. He was asleep now and she reached out and touched his light brown hair as if to reassure herself that he really was...
"Do we need a three-car garage if we're dropping down to two cars?" Callie asked. She was sitting with Darin and Tessa around the coffee table at the condo, looking at floor plans for the house. They'd met at the architect's office that afternoon, but there were so many possibilities of what could be done, they hadn't been able to decide while they were the...
Note: All characters are above the age of 18. Second Note: I tried to make this chapter extra-sweet. I hope your teeth don't fall off. *** The weekend was over. Pacing through the halls of her school, a part of Emma felt like it had been months since she'd last been here. So much had happened and so much had changed. Something she was reminded of every...
*Many thanks to Jill for being my inspiration for this story* ***** Chapter I - The Bully Combing her hair in the morning, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. In her opinion, her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair was ordinary, her blue eyes were ordinary, even the freckles on her nose were ordinary. "I don't know what Peter sees in me," she...
With the Air Force relocating our aircraft to Idaho and the aircraft in Idaho to England I was expecting to receive orders, most likely to England sometime in the next year. We were told that orders would start coming in about ten months so that there would be trained individuals in England when the aircraft started arriving there in roughly twelve months....
Author's note: This is a short and fun niche story for those with a topless voyeur fetish. There is no sex, but there is light romance. In the entire spectrum of hazing fantasies, this is about as gentle and innocent as it gets. All characters 18+. ***** Leslie stood in the corner with a wine cooler in her hand and looked over the guys at the party. A lot...
It began innocently enough. It had to, or I would have been able to stop it. Now honestly I don't have any ability to stop, nor even imagine wanting to. A little about me. My name is Jan Thomas, I am a high school History teacher in the mountains of Western Canada. I was not the first woman in my family to serve as a soldier, the world wars saw my Great Aun...