Susie's College Adventure. Chapter 5: Roxy's Revenge Monday night. Giving Joe a blow job was worth it if it meant finally getting him out of the house. After he went back next door (no doubt to screw Roxy) I checked out my new room and got a tiny bit of privacy for the first time in three days. When Steve came in he said DJ was stuck doing stuff at...
It's a beautiful day and I'm sitting writing this at home, my wife is talking to a friend on the phone, in fact an everyday picture of everyday life. That is until I glance across to the mirror and I see myself beautifully made up, my blonde hair in a ponytail and I'm dressed totally as a woman, this is the story of how Stephen became Stephanie. I'd always...
At first, Kayla Monpoint didn't know what to make of her new roommate. The Cadmus College campus, located in the heart of Greenwich, Connecticut, attracted its fair share of international students, but none of them were anything like Mona Yandarbiyev, the Eastern European Muslim woman with whom she found herself sharing a two-bedroom apartment. The new gal w...
Fatima looked in the mirror to check her appearance once last time and smiled satisfactorily. She was wearing a three quarter sleeve blue and pink chiffon dress which had a slightly fitted bodice, with buttons that stopped at her waist. A blue and pink sash was tied like a belt around her waist and the fitted bodice gave way to an ankle length flowing skirt....
Eugenia sidestepped a lumbering, whiskey-breathed patron standing idly in the doorway. Slinking into the cacophonous pub, the powerful scent of mold and cheap spirits filled her nostrils. It was an odor she was very familiar with, so much so that it vanished from her perception within seconds. Tables full of boorish, unkempt men ogled her as she passed by...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14i: Back to Egypt Part 09 A Paul and Jenny story. Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and Characters are fictitious. No offence is intended to the living or the dead. (Especially the dead). * * * * * I received questioning glances from the hotel staff when I returned the three empty salt bottles to the c...
It was raining and we still had nine or ten miles to go down the long glen before reaching a road and the dubious chance of a bus. I and two mates were backpacking in the Scottish highlands in our first university vacation. We'd bagged a couple of Munros, slept in a bothy, waded a few rivers and almost run out of food. We were sweaty, footsore and tired. 'T...
Monday Sabine arrived at the hotel half an hour early, the taxi dumping her brusquely on the sidewalk as if it knew her purpose in being there. She felt like the world was passing judgment on her: the gray, rain-soaked streets and buildings, the thundery sky that threatened overhead, the hurrying pedestrians with their heads down, eyes lowered away from her...
The Yorkshire village of Hornsthwaitedale straddles the lazy curve of the river around the old stone bridge where the oak tree bends low beneath the lush weight of its own greenery, and willows ripple shadows up from the shingle riverbank across the cemetery towards the tall spire of the Norman church. Several narrow ginnels and snickets radiate between clus...
Chapter 5: The Pleasure Chest In the days that followed, Karen couldn't shake the memory of the insanely erotic scene she had witnessed in the locker room among the naked football players. The volcanic image of Fletcher's climax, rope after rope of creamy white semen spewing from that enormous black cock, kept replaying in her mind's eye like a nonstop sizz...