"Sir? I'm Sandra, Mz. Garwin sent me about my homework problems." "Ah yes, take a seat. I'll be just one movement dear." She picked a straight chair, in front of the dean's desk and watched while he pored over and signed some documents. How was this man going to help her concentrate on homework? After about ten minutes he got up and filed the folders in a...
You are the coaches' assistant for the Cavaliers Varsity Girls Volley Ball Team. It's something to do in your spare time, and in all honesty you are a bit of a perv. You like looking at the bodies of the young women as they play. The days since you could have had some of that 18 year old ass are long behind you, but hey, if they are going to wear those short...
It was saturday morning, after a long week at school. You've been drowned with homework and exams all week , that you haven't found the time to see and spend some time with your best friend Jake Lewis. Since you were both kids, you've been good friends. From playing together in the sandbox, to being in the same locker in High School. But for the past week, y...
Ch. 04 Coaches and Parents Personally, I like Parts 1 through 3, but you don't have to read them before reading this. Thanks to all who have given me feedback, it's gratifying to know you're enjoying these flights of fantasy. School on Monday was terrible. I could think of nothing but Kelly and our weekend. I saw her only in English class, and I couldn't t...
Thomas was not having a good day. It had started like they always did: wake up after not enough hours of sleep, shuffle to the shower, jerk off, worry about cum clogging the drain, get dressed in the clothes that should be replaced, gravitate toward the cafeteria for quick, unhealthy breakfast, and go to the class. Since it was Tuesday, afternoon would be d...
You hate cliche, and so you would never say no one would ever know I'm Daddy's filthy little slut by day, but this common trope fits like Cinderella's slipper. You're successful, a leader in your field. You manage others. You're responsible and authoritative. You're the expert And yet sometimes even the carefully calibrated (one of the boys) uniform you wear...
Sunday Morning A text from Jamie Saturday night asked if we could go for breakfast the next morning and I agreed, stuck in the cooler at work fighting a tower of Dr. Pepper that was threatening to fall over any second. Of course it did and I had to mop the mess up, hoping a meteor was heading for whoever had fucked up such a simple job of stacking shit! I...
Outpatient therapy is sometimes known as the referral of last resort. Generally, people go to their doctors first to explain distressing symptoms and after some routine questions and tests about a patient's behavior that are unexplained by medicine, doctors refer to mental health. This is my bread and butter as a psychotherapist. One of my favorite example...
My Dad died in a car crash five years ago, and my Mom grieved for a few years, but when she met Steve I pushed her out the door. He was cute and they were good together. I mean, he is twenty years older than I am, and hung like a horse, and I occasionally did wonder what that would feel like. I heard my Mom screaming at night occasionally, and they weren't s...
Chapter 12: Comfort I finally returned to my room at about 8:00 after changing into my pajamas at the locker room. I had been planning to sink into bed and pull the covers over my head, losing myself in a cloud of croony music or random television. What I found when I got back was even better--Aubrey. During the months we'd been roommates, I'd grown to view...