NOTE: DUE TO NUMEROUS REQUESTS AND POSITIVE FEEDBACK (THANKS) THE SAGA CONTINUES. YOU SHOULD READ "THE MUSIC TEACHER" FIRST AS THIS IS A SEQUEL. PLEASE BEAR WITH POSSIBLE GRAMMAR MISTAKES, IT IS ONLY MY SECOND LANGUAGE. * The early rays of the Sunday morning sun brightened the script of my dreams to a blank page. I lazily opened my eyes and recalled the pr...
'Created in the image of a superior being.' pt 2 Philip Meyer needed to counter balance the dominance he recently experienced from Gloria. He had been cultivating the twenty-something male bike messenger Brendan for some time. His shock of unkempt red hair reaching his shoulder the thin framed 25 year old male locked up his bike on the street pole before wa...
I went over to Steve's house. It was the beginning of our last free summer before we had to go to college and get real jobs. I wondered why he had not called me yet. His parents were not at home and we were a couple of 18 year old, healthy all American males. The door of his house was open, but no one was around. I called him as I walked into the house. The...
Author's note: This ten-part story stands on its own but introduces characters from my previous story 'Transvixen'. It is not imperative to read Transvixen first but it will provide better context for those who like continuity. There is plenty of sex for those who like sticky fingers but also a decent plot and character development in my humble opinion. I wi...
(To the reader: This is one in a string of many correspondences between a former professor and myself. It started out to be just a harmless little distraction for myself, to break up the day. It became so much more, so unrepentantly.) She giggled uneasily as she taped the envelope to the English Professor's door. "I wonder how long it will take before he f...
We arrived at our home, about twenty minutes after picking up my bimbo dressed slut wife. I picked her up outside one of the most notorious pick up joints in our town. A lot of the journey home involved my wife regaling some of the saucy and naughty moments she claimed she had been enjoying recently at the hands of the lounge lizards and alpha males. She had...
Thomasina: a Story of Transformation, Chapter 3 by frillypanty 3. Saturday girls As indicated in the earlier chapters, this is a fictionalised autobiographical story. As a teen-ager, my older sister and a female cousin (not a second older sister) discovered my addiction to cross dressing and compelled ... encouraged ... assisted me (I didn't need much comp...
Chapter Eight: Kerri's First Night at Our Studio. 7:30am. my alarm clock goes off and I awake a little bit groggy, beside me I realize from my fog of sleep that Kerri is asleep with me. I smile as I can't believe it's true. I stare at her, yes from the face up she is in drab at the moment. I have to get use to knowing the girl I am in love with is a genetic...
Lauren requested I write a story about the professor she can't stop engaging in light exhibitionism with - wondering what it might be like to have him claim the pleasures she teases him with. Quite a fun story to write... Hopefully she acts it out. ***** Few professors tend to volunteer to teach the 100-level courses. There's two main reasons for this. Fi...
I'm a 21 year old married white guy. My wife's name is Julie and she is a beautiful young 18 year old. She is an Irish brunette and 5ft 6inches tall and weighs 115lbs. She has sexy green eyes with a slim body. Her boobs are small but she has nice brown nipples. Julie has a strong sex drive like myself which is a great start in marriage. I'm a new police offi...