Chapter One Daniel looked at himself in the mirror and wondered why he was going to so much trouble for a school leavers disco. After all he was 34 and only a mere teaching assistant. The last thing he wanted to do was sit with a bunch of adolescents who would be drunk on one alcopop. But the Head had insisted that all relevant teaching staff must attend an...
I really didn't want to leave any of my friends before we all moved at the end of the summer of our senior year. My two best friends were going to college in Washington DC and Rhode Island. Then my closest guy friends were going to Springfield, Pittsburgh and California. I was going to Duke. It is was a big change for all of us. The six of us were incredibly...
The sweat trickled down Lillian's flushed cheeks as she curled her fingers tightly under her thumbs, her small fists concealed by the loose cotton smock as she prepared to punish the drawn face leaning over her. Only inches above the child's trembling chin, the ten year old bully looked around at the other girls for assurance then turned back and with a snee...
**DISCLAIMER- All characters, locations, and events in this story are purely fiction. If they happen to mirror real life events in some form or fashion then it is nothing more than coincidence. As well, all characters are eighteen or over. As well, this is dedicated to my loving husband, I hope you enjoy!** Jessica Parker sat behind her desk in her small bu...
My name is Helga and I live in a big old house in Texarkana. I've been a widow for a number of years now, but maybe one of these days I'll find a new man. After all, I'm only 45, blond, busty and still very attractive. Working out regularly has kept me fit as a fiddle. Men still give me the eye, as I have a pretty face in addition to my voluptuous figure. T...
Fate is definitely a funny mistress. When I think of the day I met my future husband's family, I have mixed feelings about it. You see, up until I ran into them, I was having one of the worst days of my life. It's not easy being a Muslim female immigrant of Saudi Arabian descent in the Canadian Capital, but I try my best. My name is Amal Jubeir. I moved to t...
I'm the high school Band teacher from the Chicago area that sent in my story from a couple months ago about having an unexpected sexual romp with a couple of my African-American students at my house after school one afternoon. I wrote about how I was 35, curvy, and single, and how that afternoon awakened a sexual hunger in me. On that particular day in Marc...
(Author's Note: All fictional characters depicted in this story are at least 18 years old.) "Nice ass, Becky!" Marcus yelled from the top of his lungs from the other side of the school's hallway, directing his crass comment at me. Fucking prick. I hated Marcus. I dealt with him enough throughout high school. It was senior year, and I was still dealing wi...
She lay, elbow on the bed, head propped on her hand looking down at him. It was impossible, and yet it had happened. Here was the living proof lying beside her and the sperm she could feel in her vagina and the bed redolent of their coupling. He was asleep now and she reached out and touched his light brown hair as if to reassure herself that he really was...
"Do we need a three-car garage if we're dropping down to two cars?" Callie asked. She was sitting with Darin and Tessa around the coffee table at the condo, looking at floor plans for the house. They'd met at the architect's office that afternoon, but there were so many possibilities of what could be done, they hadn't been able to decide while they were the...