My name is Scott and I was a relatively late bloomer when it came to having much success with girls. Although I was part of the popular crowd in high school, I was a bit on the shy side with the opposite sex. As a result I spent most of my high school being the only virgin amongst my circle of friends. It wasn't until my senior year at a pre-graduation par...
The boys had fixed dinner by the time they got up. Luckily, the boys did all the talking, too, since neither Anna nor Ron knew quite what to say. After dinner, they watched TV as a family. Even though they'd turned in early the night before, Ron hit the snooze button one too many times the next morning. He and Anna scrambled to get showered and dressed. Th...
Hello, I'm delighted you're interested to learn about my high school days, which have just finished – my recollections of a young girl learning the real meaning of 'life,' discovering those innocent teenage joys of sexual pleasure, losing my virginity, and leaving school very 'sexually active.' The school I attended is a private school, hours and hours awa...
The door bell range just a little past 9 p.m. on a Thursday night. Karen Miller had just come out of the shower and she was dripping wet. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but she quickly toweled off and put on a short summer weight robe – no time to look for a bra or panties. Karen took a quick peak through the curtains and she could see D. Franklin Diderot,...
Michelle snuck out in the morning, but not before leaving a sexy note on the kitchen counter. Breakfast was already made for Nik and Valerie. It was fun being the cook, taking on the domesticated housewife role. Even though she technically was married, she never wanted to cook for the hubby. Getting thank you texts throughout the week from Nik, saying he enj...
The name is Karl Guillaume. I'm a young Haitian man living near the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Life for black folks in America is tough but some of us do have it good. I'm happy to say that I am one of the lucky few. I am thankful for being the son of James Guillaume, one of the most prominent Haitian-American lawyers and politicians in the state of Mass...
Tamara's Tales - Part 1 Sitting behind the large carved oak desk that was the principals at Regal Bay High School, Tamara Doolittle turned to look west out her second-floor office window over the expanse of green that was the front lawn of the school. At the intersection of three walks, centered in the plane of green, was the newly refurbished fountain, rin...
Chapter 3 - Slaves in a new world The new world was hot, the sky a clear blue and the air dry. Every male had been collared and leashed; some walked on two legs, some on four. Alex was led out still wearing his humbler. Every petmale on the ship had been fitted with one. Alex had grown completely used to the view from all-fours, but part of him longed to st...
Hi. My name is Kaitlyn Daniels. Susie let me read some of her stories and I wanted to tell about me and swinging with Judy and April and Elliot. She said sure and asked me to kind of write an outline. Then she said the outline was so complete maybe I could fill it in so I did. I thought she could write a story from the outline but she wanted to use my words...
He popped his gum as the principal circled him. "This is the third time this week your in here Cutter." She said. "I'm deeply concerned about the behavior your showing here at Central. You are a new student here, after all." "Sorry, Ms. Moralez." He said nervously. The principal of Central High School was very strict and old fashioned, even though she was o...