I hear voices in the hallway. People knocking asking each other what's going on. Hotel staff saying it's just a momentary black out and shouldn't last very long. I unclip the hangar and throw my shirt back on, not realizing it's now inside out, and step into the hallway and open my door. There are emergency lights on in the hotel hallway so not all is dark...
My name is Dr. Ana Breelander and I am the Millie B. Duckworth Professor of Cultural Anthropology and Linguistics at Laurel College. That's a lot to live up to back home in Tuckus Falls. Most of my family still believes linguistics is something dirty you do with your mouth. My passion is primarily in native tongues and pre-industrial tribes, but whose isn'...
Like they say there is a first time for everything. And most first times are really memorable experiences for someone, even if you can't remember yourself. There is the first time you crawl, the first step you take, the first tooth you get, the first tooth you lose, the first words to ever come out of your mouth, these are ones that are held more dear to a p...
All That Glitters: Notes The 'Notes' chapter is a reference chapter on the 'All That Glitters' series. Unfortunately, since this chapter is upgraded based on the latest chapter, if you are using this ref while reading an earlier chapter, you might run afoul of spoiler material. You have been warned... © bigtddybr September 2020. This series 'All That glit...
Umi yawned and stretched as she lay naked on her back in bed. Her warm, sixteen-inch flaccid cock draped over her left thigh while her massive testicles sat cozily between her splayed legs. She sat up and looked through the shades of the window beside her bed. The sun rose on a warm fall day, and Umi slid out of bed to get ready for her first day at her new...
He was visiting his friend's house. His friend and him was talking about a job they used to work together and was remembering some of the fun times they used to have together at that job. As they talked, they got closer and closer with each other. Eventually, they were telling personal stories about themselves to each other. He told her about his life and sh...
"Welcome to First Nations University," Sarah Willerby said, and the young woman looked at the dozen or so future students (and their parents) who were following her on a tour of campus. As usual, she began with a brief expose on the school's history, and what life was like at Canada's first school dedicated to the educational advancement of people of Aborigi...
As if it happened yesterday, I remember my first kiss, even though it happened a lifetime ago. We were both 19-years-old, almost 20-years-old. Just about to start graduate college. A little late for my first kiss, but it wasn't her first. There's nothing like the first kiss. I even remember her name, Pooja. For the life of me, I don't remember her last nam...
Jessica pt.1 - caught Jessica was caught and she knew it. She had almost made it to her car, almost made it outside, just at the stores exit a man had grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back inside. After the accusation and reflex denial that followed she was dragged into a side door, the security door. "I know my rights." She stammered. She didn't...
She could remember every step they took together. The first kiss, the first touches, the first time he slipped his hand under her shirt. His tentative fingers, moving haltingly at first. Then, after feeling the heat of her skin, he was emboldened. He went right for the front clasp of her bra, deftly flicking it aside. If she tried, she could still remember t...