Hey David, How goes it. Thanks for sharing your story about the callgirl. Did I ever tell you that I once considered becoming a callgirl myself? It probably wouldn't have worked out very well. I've never been good at customer relations and that business is extreme customer relations. I don't like customers. You asked me if I'd ever been with a woman. The...
This is a new, fresh start for me. I will not be continuing Wicked, I cannot find out how to remove it, but this is my fresh start. Voting and feedback are wonderful; I thank you if you do one or both. This story has been stuck in my head for a while- the characters running back and forth throughout my brain. I'll stop babbling and let you read the story! Th...
by Lily St. Claire (AKA Sateema and Maralily) It seemed the weekend would take forever to come. Rehearsals were taking close to 10 hours a day now and we were all exhausted, hoping opening night would just happen so we could get it all done with! You see, I am an actress and dancer and the project was a play that opened in two weeks. Our director was paran...
The first time I saw my kinky girlfriend she was getting fucked by a group of guys that had hired her to strip at a bachelors party for a friend of mine. After the party she needed a ride home and since it was on my way I drove her home. When she got in the car I could smell all the cum she had on her. She had fucked and sucked at least 14 guys that night an...
"Kendra, why do you think you should have a higher grade?" I asked as she stood in front of my desk, holding her books against her under her chest so they pushed her tits up. It was the first indication I had that she was going to try to get a higher grade without any additional academic work. I was the fucking teacher, so I had to see where this would lead....
My name is John and my friends and I have always been a little bit freaky. You wouldn't know it to look at us. I'm a five-foot-ten, chunky but funky young man with short red hair, freckled milky white skin and pale gray eyes. In the eyes of the world, I was an eighteen-year-old, Church-going Irish Catholic lad. It was my favorite disguise and people rarely s...
The next day, Lisa didn't show up at the beach. I looked out. The thronging sun worshippers and surfers were invisible to me. I only saw empty sands and heard the ocean laughing at me. I was paralysed by the fear that I would never see again. I didn't sleep a wink that night. Just after 10 a.m. the next morning, I was running down the beach trying to gather...
On June 13 the twins arrived at the Island at 9 in the morning wearing summer dresses, sandals, sunglasses and big hats. They looked vibrant in the mid-summer sun. I introduced myself as their Host, and informed them that anything that they needed they are to just ask. I drove them to their cabin in my Jeep. Not much happened and just a little bit of conve...
Greetings, folks. This right here is the story of a young man who's led a very interesting and remarkable life and learned something valuable at the end of his tribulations. Who is the hero of this tale? A young black man named James Francois Guillaume who enrolled at Byron College in the city of Milton, Massachusetts, in the summer of 2004. The tale of a ma...
To my surprise I arrived home to find a voice mail from my old college room mate Devon. She'd be in town for a conference and wanted to try and get together for dinner. I smiled knowing Art would be expecting a private little show from Devon and I. Then it occurred to me, why not give Art and Mr. King a show. It would be a "shoe in" for Art's promoton, and I...