1 I am a scientist. I am a man of conviction and not a little bit of grandeur, a colossus of erudition, master of chemical and physical applications, well versed in the theoretical as well as the concrete laws of this, the very universe. That is how I wish my tale of genius would begin. Perhaps it was nothing more than egotistical hubris. Regardless of my...
His name was Mr Keitel, he was the general science teacher, one of the stock teachers who could be found in every school staffroom throughout the United Kingdom; solid and dependable, dressed in his tweed jacket with the leather elbows, chalk in one pocket and a pipe and a pouch of tobacco in the other. Because of his unusual name the school legend told th...
If the first scene sounds familiar it's because I stole it from an older story that I deleted last year. The rest of the story moves in an entirely new direction, and should please readers who crave a cheating girlfriend doing her hot, cheating-girlfriend thing. Montana's glossy red fingernail tapped at the six-dollar vodka collins, which Pierce had jus...
I've always loved this time of year, spring, the season of rebirth. I've been eager to get my hands back into the soil and watch everything come alive all around me. My garden has been my joy, my escape and my tranquility. It has been the answer: whether I was stressed, needed to seek solutions, or ground myself, or just yearned for beauty to appreciate. Rel...
A friend called Mark had connected my home computer to a group from work that wanted no frills sex. Most members were male and many wanted gay sex but three were female, all lesbians, wanting lesbian sex. I sent them hello's anyway and I was still browsing when one of the women asked if I was available Friday. I answered yes before I noted that Friday was...
You are probably tired of this, but the story ‘Very Bad Things’ gives a bit of insight to the events in this story, though, as always, I tried to make it stand alone. Somehow, the stories keep connecting. Probably because I keep reusing the characters. Stories sometimes linger. Bear in mind as you read this: this is a story about people and how they deal w...
November 1958 Alice Newberry peeked nervously from behind the stage curtain in the Oresville High School Auditorium. She wasn't nervous about singing in the talent show because she had been singing on the radio with her Uncle Jacks country band since she was ten years old. Her Uncle Jack did a live show on KLRK in Little Rock on Saturday mornings from ten...
Author's note: Contains dickgirl on femboy. Fairly vanilla, other than said femboy receiving a rimjob. Second chapter will be a lot more extreme. ***** Scarlet sighed heavily as she looked through the surveillance footage. With a tired finger scrolling past several pages of nothingness, just students going about their day, she was about to call it quits an...
After a dozen years, a retired teacher gives his student the spanking she deserves. Barely 18-years-old and in the way of so many women my age, for as long as I can remember, I had a crush on my teacher, Mr. Martin. Actually, it was more than a normal crush. It was a sexual fantasy, even an anal fetish of sort. It all started when he spanked my ass with his...
Stephen Spiros was a science/maths geek. He was a year younger than his sister Chantelle, who was one of the Cedar Hill High School cheerleaders. His older sister Amelia was two years older than Chantelle. Amelia worked at Macy's. Tonni Arthur was the youngest cheerleader, being a junior in school. She and William Mann had split up, and William was now dati...