Miranda dumped her bags on the couch and headed for the kitchen. She had to boot the laptop, but first she wanted a cold drink. Traffic on the way home had been a nightmare and she'd spent over an hour going a mere 8 miles. Because of that, she didn't have time to stop and pick up dinner. That meant that she was having cold cereal or eggs again. But it was w...
Her trip to South East Asia had been a blast so far. Lots of spectacular beaches, memorable snorkeling trips, friendly locals and fantastic parties. Her trusty backpack, filled with a handful of clothes, was apparently all she needed to have a great time. Except that her funds were declining fast. Lily opened her well-used travel guide. Next stop was the Lo...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (6.5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * The blonde tugged her sister back with a slight shake of her head, quickly explaining that begging when it comes to dances gets you nowhere. She then quickly drew her quickly to the furs to discuss, the chains singing softly. The redhead bit...
The Opposite of Jealousy, Part 1 My wife has discovered the joy she takes in being pleasured by two men at the same time. I have discovered the opposite of jealousy: the excitement I take in watching, listening-and then-participating in her beyond vanilla MFM adventures. The breaking apart of our monogamous bond-a momentary fission-seems to release an energ...
You're sitting there, grading papers and you hear the sound of my heels echoing in the hall. Before you can get up I arrive in your doorway. You look up and see me. I walk over and sit on the edge of your desk. You stand up and walk over to the door. You shut and lock it. You come back to the desk where I'm perched and you sit back in your chair. You lean f...
You’re underground, but that’s about all you know. The room is roughly circular and coloured red, made dark by the subdued lighting. You’re sitting on a straight-backed chair, with your hands secured to the sides. You’re wearing a light blouse and a knee-length skirt. You have no shoes on, and you were asked to remove your underwear as you arrived. The rul...
The next morning, she went to her classroom again. The classroom had no students in it. She looked up at the clock to noticed that she was fifteen minutes early. She put her briefcase by her desk and sat down. She put her hand through her hair. She realized that she didn't brush her hair that well this morning. She stood up and walked out to go to the facult...
Hello, my name is Stephanie Works and when I started Pomegranate Computers Inc. in the mid seventies, I was just trying to survive. I had just been fired from, well I won't even mention the company but let's just say now not only did I not have a pot to piss in I didn't even have an egress to throw it out of either. I had dreams of Pomegranate being innovati...
Ping! As the elevator arrived at the Political Science department, I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the next few hours. It had been a long day and I was tired. Usually I looked forward to Thursdays, but my mood had not been helped by personal matters. As I stepped out of the elevator I mentally berated myself yet again for losing this ex...
I was grading papers when I heard the office door open. There stood Lauren, a hot little number from my American Lit class. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a white blouse that was tied up in a knot below her D-cup breasts. Looking at her, my throat was suddenly parched and my 42-year-old cock was stirring to life. As I pushed my chair back, I knew I was in...