If you have not read the first story ‘An Appropriate Punishment’, it is recommended that you do, otherwise the full context of this installment may be missed. Having now left the hall, I made my way in the direction of the library, barely able to put one foot in front of the other from the distraction inside my pants. To hide my now rock hard boner, I pul...
I met her on the Internet. WAIT! Don't hit the back yet. I know there are thousands of stories about people who have met on the Internet. This is NOT one of them. Yes, we kinda met on the Internet, but it's more like the Internet was an enabler that made these events possible. It never could have happened without the fortunate series of events that occurred...
I bite my nails restlessly as I wait for Adrian to appear in my Psychology course. For the past two weeks--ever since my training began--Adrian sits with me during Psychology. I'm not sure why he does it, and the one time I asked, he just gave me the Look--the one that tells me to stop talking or receive a punishment. It's not that I mind him being with me,...
I've never considered myself a jealous person when it came to my wife. I guess I knew that we always had a strong relationship and that I was never afraid of anything coming between us. I think I realized this at a Christmas party for her work. My wife Amy is, in my opinion, an absolute knock out. She's about 5'6" with dark brown hair and brown eyes, a fabu...
I masturbate compulsively and my wife knows it and knows why. I am obsessed with the thoughts of her being fucked by a big black cock. I don't know why I feel this way and can't remember exactly when it started, but there it is. I want her to cuckold me by fucking black men. As many as she wants and I want to watch. I have to watch her being filled with bla...
Cassidy woke up, her alarm screaming in her ear, and sighed. She felt well rested and her mind was pleasurably foggy and heavy due to the amazing dream she'd been having involving her and Rand. Her only regret was that when she'd waken up, the dream had ended. With a sigh, she turned the alarm off and climbed out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and av...
In this story I have used quotations to tell the stories, even if I cannot remember the exact phrases. I have also added some details to the stories because I could not retrieve them perfectly when writing my diary. If you want to enjoy the first part, it can be found from the Erotic Couplings section (or by clicking the author name above). Feedback is natu...
My name is Terry Blanc. Political-correctness pundits would call me a 'sufferer of hypercognitive disorder'. More colloquial types would say 'hypercog'. But really, I'm what you'd call a mad scientist. I'm a young one, admittedly, but no less powerful a mind for it. I've been running Technophilia – my high-technology electronics store – for a couple of year...
Mr. Peterson, or Mr. P for short, had been my neighbor for more than twenty years. He was in his late sixties but you wouldn't have known it by looking at him. He and I always had a good relationship even though, when I was married, he and my ex-husband seemed to irritate each other at times. His wife had died some years back, before my ex and I had divorced...
Monique Sellars couldn't get the image of Lori Hayes eating her pussy out of her mind. Not a minute passed since Saturday that Monique didn't crave girl/girl sex. Not that the coach joining in hadn't been fun -- it had -- but the way Lori made her feel definitely stuck with her. She wanted to experience it again -- and she didn't really care with whom. She f...