My name is Matt. In the first Chapter I describe how I came upon these two attractive women stranded deep in the Canadian woods. Their canoe had been swept down a rain-swollen river for miles before crashing on some rocks. They were wet, cold, and lost. I offered to lead them to the nearest road, but told them it would take days, and we would all have to liv...
"Well, I didn't want to bother him", indicated Sally, looking down at the floor. Dr. Allen was asking her about Vincent. In an attempt to get more background information on his new patient, Dr. Allen asked where Sally was currently living. He soon found out that she was renting a room in a boarding house in a quiet area of town. Among her fellow boarders w...
NOTE: So halfway through writing this, I sort of realized that the way I've been pronouncing 'Aasi' as a shortform of Aasimar actually sounds close to sissy. Intentional? Who knows! ***** Lan took Karee... to the same pub he'd been at last night? It was noon so it was pretty much empty, but the bartender was still there. "You gonna keep him outta trouble...
Perched on the highest point of the green, uneven fields, which looked like waves frozen in time, Walter Scott's house was a sight to behold. On a foggy day, like today, the building hid its beauty until someone came very close. And when they did, it looked more like an old cathedral. The exposed, brown pattern - bricks made up the walls which rose high, cut...
"How did I get myself into this?" The single thought that kept running through Megan's mind, as a man she had just met 10 minutes ago ran his hands down her back, before stopping on her firm 18 year old butt cheeks. The fact that he wasn't doing it the way her boyfriend would, but that he was 'assessing' her body, was the worst part. 'Why did I let Vivia...
After Boss zipped up his freshly cleaned cock, glistening with my spit, he took me up to the 30th floor. My brain was still buzzing with my anal orgasm when he took my arm and basically forced me to walk out of the elevator. I stumbled on my heels beside him, reaching back to finger my cum-filled asscunt. I dug out some of Boss' load and licked it off my fin...
So as I'm sitting in my 5th period math class I can't help but overhear Cindy Jacobs and Gwen Patterson conversing back and forth. At first it just seems like their typical mindless gossiping but as I catch bits and pieces of their conversation I hear the term "glory hole" and suddenly find myself focusing more and more on it. I try not to look interested as...
Yvonne here: I really have retired from writing with a second baby here. Vanessa and Jerry brought me this story fully finished. Erin helped them polish it for publication and asked me to post it using my account. I'll turn things over to Jerry to tell the story, although you'll hear several voices in the story. Jerry (Vanessa's husband) here. Vanessa and I...
One of the time-honored traditions of teaching is the Friday afternoon happy hour. By lunch on Monday, plans are usually being made for the week's event. After five days of baby sitting, refereeing, mommying, and even occasionally teaching, rejuvenation is only a cold beer and a gripe session away. Another tradition in education is that teachers are low-paid...
I wrote the original version of this longhand. It began as a letter to a lady friend while I was deployed on a peacekeeping mission to the former Yugoslavia in 2001. She was a six one redhead ex-model from the Mississippi Gulf Coast that I'd met on a now-defunct bondage personals site. We had our first date the week before I left, and she said this letter ha...