I don't love night clubs, but I don't hate them either. Yes, they are dark, loud, and crowded. Yes, it takes forever to get in sometimes, and the drinks are overpriced, and sometimes the music is bad. But if you can get past all that, clubs can still be fun: they give you a chance to spend some time with your friends and to get a bit more drunk than you shou...
You must believe me when I tell you I never set out to do this. Sure, it's worked out pretty well for me. I concede that. But I did not have some master plan to take control of my professor's mind and body. I certainly never expected to reach the stage where he strips naked, empties is wallet, drops to the floor and begs to worship me whenever I step into hi...
Note: Unlike every other story I have published on this website, the following is based on true events. Many of the scenes in this story, including the entire first half, happened exactly as told, to the best of my memory. Only the names, locations, and a few other small details have been changed, to protect anonymity. Some minor liberties have been taken in...
The problem is that I can't even look at her without getting aroused. That's right. I am not exaggerating. I cannot look at her. Hell, I can barely even think about her. The sound of her voice—or just the sound of someone else saying her name!—frequently causes a physical reaction. Here's what happens when I glance at her: First, I feel a bit of a shiver,...