I never really enjoyed going to camp growing up, so I'm not sure why I made the decision in the spring of 1995 to become a counselor that summer. I suppose I could blame it on pressure from my parents to get a summer job, or my dad's insistence that being a counselor could teach me valuable leadership skills before my freshman year of college began that fall...
Dearest readers, I foolishly submitted chapter two incorrectly causing the file to be unreadable and therefore, reasonably rejected, and so it came to you late. That is simply unacceptable. You deserve better than that. You've given me your precious time, attention and feedback, and in return I've given you a late submission. Shame on me. I think some...
Sitting up on the edge of his seat, Tony struggled to keep the car on the road. Despite being the middle of summer, a thick fog had rolled in over the bayou and the normally slow drive through the back roads of the swamps now had turned glacial. Turning his high beams on, sweat poured down his face as his eyes glared intensely at the road. He still could not...
Chapter 08: Kay turns the table on Allen. As Kay descended my sweaty body her nails teased my flesh reaching my sticky cum coated loins she softly kiss my flaccid cock laying against my abdomen. "Hmmmm.... I love that taste." Kay remarked as her tongue moved over the shaft. I relaxed thinking my awesome mature lover was about to slowly begin arousing me...
I didn't have weekends off. I didn't even u of it. I barely had time to sleep let alone take the weekend off. But at least I made time to work out. The gym I went to was mostly women. The owner was a die hard man hater and frowned upon mixing the sexes in a work out situation. It ended up being a lesbian gym after a while. And honestly I kinda enjoyed it....
Dear reader, My name is Hobblenock. A hob-goblin which could be best described as horny with a taste for the more bizarre and outlandish, in a place which suits my inclination. Today my brain ( being where it is ) aches, clamped to my special high chair with a padlock by she ( who I must obey ). This is going to make writing this story very uncomfortable i...
i check my e-mail first thing in the morning. You, Mistress Christy, have sent me a message telling me to be at Your place by 10:00 this morning or i will be punished. It's almost 8:00 now and i have to hurry up if i'm going to make it. i take a quick shower and trim and groom my beard, then i hop in the car and start making my way to Your place. You tell m...
I pressed down on the shutter, making the camera take a couple of pictures in a row, but my face pulled away from the viewfinder to stare at Ann with my own eyes. Hers eyes were fixed, showing their excitement as she looked at me. Mine were blinking, trying to make sense of what they saw. I was sure our guests heard the thud of my jaw hitting the floor in sh...
Note: Thanks for the comments and votes on my other stories. I really appreciate it. I've given my fair share of foot rubs and this scenario has run through my head while doing so a few times, so I thought I'd share it. I really hope it's enjoyable. I enjoyed getting it on paper. ***** Kendra lounged on the couch with a damp towel covering her bathing su...
I finally finished the invitation to the opening. This could be our biggest show ever. What's the topic? What's making it so big? A big show for a little museum. Don't laugh. Shoes. Shoes? Well, they're compact enough that you can get a lot of them in there. I'm not laughing. Look how well the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum does. It'll have...