I'm a 45 year old divorced college professor. I'm tenured, and have been teaching for nearly forever. I teach history. It's a subject that most of my students take because they must. They consider it the lesser of evils. We once had a history major, but it got canceled when the president realized that we were only graduating two or three people each year. Th...
Once in a while I get reports of a robbery, followed by sightings of a person jumping from roof to roof wearing a pink-and-yellow leotard. She weaves in and out of anywhere there's money—homes, banks, businesses—and escapes. Witnesses said that she carried a 9mm handgun and wears a pink mask that conceals her face. Her nickname, the Bubblegum Bandit, comes f...
Laura wasn’t a slut, but she had the body of one. At the age of 18 she was the hottest piece of ass in school. Her 36DD breasts were so round and full that they would bounce even with a bra. And her ass was so tight and smooth that most of the guys that saw her would have to go to the restroom and jack off just to concentrate on the rest of their classes....
Donna picked the magazine up off the floor and thumbed through it without looking. It crackled as she turned the first few curled and frayed pages. Something sticky dried there? Or just waterlogged? It was more than two years old, the movie star couple on the cover had long since divorced and moved on to new relationships, the starlet who'd lost 30 pounds on...
Tony called me and asked me to come over and drink some cold beer. He also wanted me to bring the beer. I didn't really feel like it but I said yes anyway. He had just gone through a divorce and wasn't handling it too well. I had been divorced nearly two years and knew what he was going through. Besides, I didn't get out much since the divorce and I didn't w...
The next morning when Emma woke up she laid in bed naked thinking about what had happened to her yesterday afternoon, she was still struggling to come to terms with having let two of her instructors fuck her several times. Was she still willing to keep letting the instructors keep fucking her for the next few weeks till after the main competition for the yea...
You've been gone four days in Illinois. I bought a new chair while you were gone. Red leather, rich and dark like the walls of a Pompeian brothel. The first thing I notice about the new leather armchair is its smell, like animals and barnyards. As soon as the delivery men leave, I throw myself onto it, rolling and sliding and sniffing the dark red earthines...
The blonde ballerina twirled and lifted her long willowy legs up and down, up and down... and with every lift her camel toe winked at me. Winky-winky pussy-winky. And my poor cock ached with each pussy wink. Damn she was hot! My cock said we had to meet this pretty ballerina. Dance class was almost over so me and my cock watched and waited. When the door...
I didn't mean to be locked up in the library that night. It was the night before a major essay was due to be handed in, and the only books available to provide the answers were the kind you couldn't check out of the building. Fair enough, I shouldn't have left it so late, but I was fairly confident I could dash off the 1,000 words required within a few hou...
It seems that most of my stories tend to follow convention with a slow beginning, a logical progression and, hopefully, a happy ending, if you'll excuse the pun. As something of a reward for my readers' usual patience - or my lack thereof - I will abandon that approach and start, wham bam, in the middle of this one right now... ***** Once Anastasia's leota...