This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is unintentional and entirely coincidental. ***** I loved Saturdays. They were easily my favorite day of the week. There was something so great about them. Yeah, having no classes was nice. Yeah, the beer was great. Yeah, the footbal...
It would help to read my previous Prof Davis stories. Game over. Game lost. Not much happens in the cheer room after a defeat. The girls didn't run cheering from the bus to go make a spirit line for the team tonight. Instead, they just exited the bus; their shoulders drooped and walked to the cheer room. I backed my truck and trailer to the back door...
This is a story about a married woman who has sex with someone other than her husband with no crazy revenge. If that kind of story isn't your thing, you are welcome to look away. ******* I was dealing with the valet parking guy, so I wasn't able to apply my usual block. My wife needs a blocker, or at least a body guard, whenever she goes out in public, and...
Following the usual morning spanking and a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, Amber and I drove another ninety minutes further away from home to visit the second college on our weekend tour. Not surprisingly, she slept most of the way, awakening only when we were a few minutes away from the college. What Amber and I had both enjoyed from our previous visits...
At 18, Fabian wasn't the captain of the football team. He wasn't the class clown. The truth is, he had fallen off the radar somewhere between 6th and 7th grade after he professed his undying love to the 6th grade equivalent of Pam Anderson. She didn't feel the same. Luckily, Fabian HAD come into his manhood. Standing in the full-length mirror, he tousled hi...
I sat next to her every day in my home room class, Kayla, a total fleshpot, on the varsity cheerleading squad. She had blonde hair, green eyes, a hot slender, tan body, a belly ring, and her tongue was pierced. My friend told me once, "If you ever get a blow job from some chic, hope she has her tongue pierced, because bjs feel much better with a cool stud ag...
Running on the interstate at about the same speed as the traffic the size of it is always amazing to me, I wonder why exactly I was called out there. Yes it was unusual, but family squabbles are not really anything I should be called on to solve. Reaching the overpass I scoot across the highway and drop down onto the landing pad they had been gracious enough...
As always like any other ignorant human, I thought that nothing out of common sense or bad would happen to me… of course, only until it happened. By what I could remember I was just finishing complaining in the phone because I was three days without internet in both my cellphone and notebook, making me lose the encounters I had marked with a friend of mine i...
The Misaki situation, on the other hand, never seemed to reach a proper conclusion. Polls in the tabloid press were still nearly dead even for which woman I should marry, and I was seen (much as our raccoon-badger mascot) as the male personification of romance and sex appeal. Misaki and I continued to go on frequent dates together, but still I withheld myse...
Man, I remember when I was in high school and 18 -- I was 6'8 1⁄2" of pure muscle. My biceps were the size of tree trunks, as is my enormous cock! I was the captain of the school's power-lifting team and a Colorado State champion in both the deadlift and squatting competitions! Nobody could ever top me, but the school nurse! Mrs. Rosenkrantzschultzbergkatz,...