During Vivian's senior year at the University of Wisconsin, her sexual activity was remarkably low key compared to her previous three years. Instead, she concentrated on completing her senior year on a high note. As a result she ended up with a 4.0 GPA for her senior year, converting a provisional admittance to the University of Chicago law school into an of...
Part 02. Who's In Control? Please read "The Tape" first. As always, your feedback is appreciated. I was amazed to have received over 100 comments on "The Tape". Enjoy Part II. * There Mike was, a huge pile of his own cum on himself. He was sitting, the video of Ashley still playing. The sound of her getting the fuck of a lifetime still thrusting itself t...
This has turned out to be one of my longest stories, hence it being broken up. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. ***** The usual buzz of conversation occurred while the class awaited the arrival of their teacher. Towards the back a group of girls chatted animatedly. One turned to the dark-haired girl more or less in the center and spoke....
Sheena knelt on the floor, naked, the way that her Master David expected, where he had ordered her to kneel. Eyes down and her knees spread apart while she pressed her shaved cunt pressed down so it was two inches above the floor, just enough space for David to slip his foot or dildo in if desired. Her hands we behind her head, cuffed together and the wrists...
This is Part 11 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. This might be my last installment. *************** The conclusion of the saga of Jim & Marybeth, & their friends **************** Marybeth wore comfortable clothes to travel in. She met Jerome at the Gare de l'...
Convention Hotel Sex At a convention, Jack Daniels gets Tiffany drunk. Warning: A woman cannot legitimately give consent for sex when drunk. This is just a story, even if it depicts a frequent reality. ** I was exhausted by the day's meetings, and luckily my hotel had a bar. It was depressing to sit alone in a New York hotel room, so I went down to...
Don't ask me why but I've recently decided to come clean. To the world, my readers, my friends and most importantly, to myself. I can't hide or pretend anymore and I've decided to just put it all out there for the world to see and, believe me, it's extremely difficult for me to tell the story I am about to tell you. First, I think it's probably important t...
(starring: Deirdre: - November 2002) GIVEN this age of political correctness, it's a source of amazement and fury to me that my condition is not recognised. Just about every other weakness of which it's possible to conceive seems to have its lobby group, organisation, support group, monthly magazine, or what have you. There's International Chronic Fatigue S...
I opened my eyes to darkness. Once again I was awake before dawn. The fireplace had diminished to embers and the dim light helped the mantle clock hide in the shadows. I could hear the steady tick tock, tick tock, but the time eluded me. The lack of fire allowed the chill in the air to tickle my nose. I had neither the motivation nor desire to move from my...
Jane and I were next-door neighbours. She lived alone and I lived alone and the only time we interacted socially was to say hello. Apart from neighbourly acts, like taking the refuse bins off the pathway or making sure no mail stuck out of letterboxes, that was the sum total of our relationship. It was a perfect situation. Jane and her husband had moved int...