Being a teacher you hear many things, especially when your desk sits right next to the frosted glass window, and the path to the senior courtyard runs right beneath it. The courtyard itself starts at the end of the building, where the staff room was located. Sometimes the children would sit on the path, eating or just chatting to each other. We had a vast nu...
As usual, I felt the need to write some background, so it takes this story a while to get going. Hopefully, the background enhances the story. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person is coincidental and unintended. Comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable, are always welcome. Th...
My name is Anthony Blake. A big and tall Black man living in the United States of America. Boston is the city I call home. I've lived there ever since I graduated from Brockton Community High School in 2000. Massachusetts is like no place on the planet Earth. Yet even this venerable state isn't free from the influence of those men and women I label the hat...
Free Speech. Hmm... That's a hard one. The right of the individual to freely speak his or her mind and not be censored for it. It's a nice Idea. Americans claim to have it. But do we really? An author decides to write a novel of political intrigue, spends a year and a half (roughly) to get it ready for publication, and submits it to numerous publishing hou...
Katelyn Haynes was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year. It all started in March when the red-haired, green-eyed 22-year-old was an intern at an accounting firm. A man at the company had pulled her aside one day and asked her to dirty a pair of panties. Katelyn chose to report him to the company Vice President Deborah Stanley, which to her dis...
"Master! Master!" Sweetly moans the petite, red-haired catgirl that you pound from behind in the doggy style position; her back obediently arched while her long, red tail frantically moves from side to side. Her tight, dripping wet cat pussy lovingly clinging to your cock, guiding it deeper and deeper into her tunnel with every thrust of your hips....
Author's Note: This story is situated in Canada and hence the different spelling and word choices. I hope it doesn't interfere with your enjoyment. It's the story of a man who has a hard time accepting good fortune. As always, I am indebted to Erik Thread for his skillful, insightful and helpful editing. Any errors are mine alone. * Chapter 1: My name i...
Chapter One - Sammi's Story Sammi Quinn held the quarter tightly in her left hand as she scratched the lottery ticket in front of her. She was determined that this was the one that would change her life. She taught art history at a small Midwestern liberal arts college which meant everything in her world was small - even her classes! She taught classes five...
I had always been the awkward, nerdy guy in high school and college. I was shy around girls, and had never gone on a date. This continued into college. I attended a small, private university in northeast Ohio, where I majored in history. By my senior year I could talk politics and history with any of the professors, but I couldn't get a date. Hell, my junior...
XCI War Gabrielle 2041 Like most men—even bisexual men—Ghazi wasn't someone who'd willingly display his true emotions, especially not those such as sorrow, misery and distress. This time, however, Gabrielle was in a position she'd never been in before and one for which she was not remotely suited and that was to provide comfort to a man who'd lost his emoti...