Changing school is always a drag, meeting new people, having to join a new group of friends. And changing before the senior year is even worse. I would have a lot of girls wanting to be my prom date at my last school, but here? I'll have to conquer them all over again. I sigh as I walk through the open doors, the interior is very similar to what my last scho...
Part 1 of 2 "Your time has expired. Please deposit additional funds or vacate the unit." The polite voice repeated in Spanish, Japanese, and Canto. The buzzer that followed immediately after was a stark contrast—a dissonant series of tones developed to be especially irritating. The Kiroshi's chrono down in the left corner of my field of vision read 14:27....
Mason's House I wake up to the sharp ringing of my alarm clock, and with a fist, I smash the annoying fucking thing into a million broken pieces. Now that I obliterated my third fucking clock this past month, I have to get up and get ready for school. I rip the covers off my partly naked figure and notice that ever since gaining my powers my body seems t...
I hate these disclaimers, but if you haven't read Katie's Man, some of this story may not make much sense to you. The response to the first part has been very gratifying. Thank you and happy New Year to all. * As Kit drove home from his Tuesday classes, he pondered the possibility that he would never be able to understand or hold on to the women in his lif...
The newspapers expose me as an escort. My husband divorces me. I get nothing from the divorce except a few Knick Knacks and my clothing. I still have over four hundred thousand dollars in the bank after paying my lawyer. I wasn't welcome at the pottery studio where I made pots before being caught. The owner didn't allow me to renew my membership and told m...
The master of ceremonies, what an officious and odious term for this piss-ant lecture series, introduced me and stepped back as the audience politely applauded. I stood up from the folding chair, praying I wouldn't have to sit in it again when I finished my speech, and walked to the podium. It was wide, wooden lectern, the kind you used to see presidents and...
NOTE: This story contains bukkake. If that offends you or is not your cup of tea, please stop reading now. "Come on in," Lana said, inviting Tina into her apartment. "Thanks for having me over," Tina replied. "Hey, mi casa su casa, right?" Tina just smiled. Lana noticed that Tina looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a black leather top that cut do...
My wife, Lana, and I, both in our forties, had begun to share our home with the lovely Sandy. Sandy worked at the local country club as an aerobics and fitness instructor. She had confided in Lana that her husband was abusive to her and had gambled his way into insurmountable debt. Lana, had convinced me to let Sandy come live with us while she recovered fin...
Lana Franks is a mean bitch, ladies and gentlemen. Not to sound crude or loutish, but there is seriously no other way to describe this lady. At first glance, the five-foot-ten, curvy young Black woman with the deep chocolate skin and thick Afro looks quite lovely, pleasant and nice. She's attractive, but in a nonthreatening way, like those women at your loca...
Lana carefully applied the lubricant to the Lilac love egg, she had brought the device online three weeks ago, she had tried it out on herself a few times and enjoyed the feelings it gave her, making her cum each time she used it, the various settings causing very pleasurable sensations on her sensitive body. Last week she had posted the remote part off to h...