Nan was our volunteer intern in the office, working with my social worker. She was about 50 years old, and overweight, and wore glasses. She had orange-red hair that looked real, but which I figured was a dye, cut in a short style that I, never-the-less, found attractive. She had a fair complexion, dressed fairly casually and big tits. I knew she was not mar...
As we lay there we allowed ourselves to completely ignore the reality of our situation and bask in each other. We ignored that I was supposed to be at my mother's in my bed where, undoubtedly, Erica was sleeping. We ignored that anyone besides us might have feelings about our situation. It was completely about our own gratification. As I dozed off to sleep I...
Caela rang the bell and waited expectantly. She had been planning this for a while and whilst she was looking forward to seeing Andy's reaction she was still a little apprehensive. The speaker clicked and Andy's slightly disembodied voice asked who it was. When Caela replied the door was unlocked and Caela entered the building. A voice from the first floor t...
Author's Note: I am proud to say that this was actually written by my wife (who has starred in all of my writing), who was inspired by my stories and wanted to write one herself. This was a dream she had about one of her students, and I liked it so much I convinced her to post it online. She was too lazy to build her own profile, so she just used mine instea...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. I leaned back in my big desk chair as I read an article in the online Wall Street Journal. This situation might have an impact...
(I based this story on a thread Sim8425 and I wrote for a CHYOO.com story called “A Highschool Fantasy.”) "You head off to work. I'll be fine," Dan told his stepmother, Christine, acting as ill as possible. His erection was still raging. He faked a harsh cough to add to the illusion of being sick. She was buying every minute of his deceit. Dan had been ma...
* RRRRRIIIIIIIIIP * Oh, damn. I pulled my arm out of my Italian wool suit jacket and examined the rip in the fabric. One of the seams under the right arm had split, opening up a large, unsightly hole that I was sure my little travel sewing kit wouldn't be able to patch. "Hello? Front desk?" I asked, picking up the receiver on the bedside phone. "Yes, sir...
What would be the best way to describe Susan? Well, physically it would be easy – short, brown hair, bit of extra junk in the trunk but with big enough boobs to offset and, facially, pretty plain. What I’m thinking about, though, is how to describe her personality or the type of person she was. You see, Susan was a bit odd or maybe quirky. At least, that’s w...
Monica Bellucci, one of Italy’s most stunning women was talking, with Bella de Vecchi, curator, and the wife of Leo de Vecchi, owner of the De Vecchi’s Gallery. Bella was introducing her their art collection. While they were talking, a gorgeous man in dark Persol glasses strode out of the room. He was clad in sporty black wool stretch racing ensemble, leathe...
I was jealous. Tom, the new guy on my team, had picked up an attractive woman within an hour of us showing up at a bar. Tom's new find, Heather, spent a half hour at our table laughing and carrying on with us before getting up and leaving the bar with him. I had no doubt that Tom was going to have an enjoyable evening. I, on the other hand, was going to go h...