I wrote this for a 'friend' via text, I fleshed it out a bit and submitted it...my first story!! I hope you enjoy, feel free to leave a comment...I can take it ;) * So I finished giving you a tour of the school and arrive back in the office to see that everyone else has left...i notice that only your car and my car are left in the car park as I look throu...
I had a crush on Linda when I was like seven. Honest! I was a runt of a kid and I remember her being tall with long brown hair. Knowing how shy I used to be, I probably just stood and stared at her, unable to speak. Since she found me on Facebook, we've been trying to figure out how we lost touch, went our separate ways, etc. I remember she lost her home t...
She glanced in the window as she walked past the bar. The tall, good looking guy in the Brooks Brothers cashmere overcoat and Italian wool suit standing at the bar caught her eye. She took a few more steps down the block and then turned around and walked back to the door. The warm air rushed at her as she entered the bar. The air was full of the sounds of cl...
She was thirty-seven. Not that old, not that young. She was generally a happy person, but lately, she'd felt out-of-sorts. No specific reason that she could pinpoint. Job was good, she and her husband were in a fairly good place. She found herself being more nostalgic than usual, watching 80s movies, looking up old high school friends on Facebook, crying at...
I have, what people commonly term, a fucking horrible job. Certainly explaining my profession to other people, or even insurance companies, always garners giggles and confused mutterings. It's silly and immature from them, but something I have to live with. The wages are good, it pays my bills; at least I am not a moral vacuum and work in banking. Or politi...
My first teaching job was in the mountains of rural Georgia about an hour north of Atlanta. It was near where Deliverance was filmed and the locals were still talking about how Burt needed protection since he had been caught having sex with the mayor's wife. I shared a two bedroom apartment with another first year teacher and we became lifelong friends. As...
"Am I a bad person?" I whisper. The hot tub's water jets are on high and it is hard to hear. My husband, Aaron says to Gavin, "She wants to know if she's a bad person." "No," Gavin whispers into my ear. My husband is rubbing my clitoris and I have just stuck my hand on the inside of Gavin's leg. I touch his cock and it is growing hard. I put it back on h...
Jason quietly walked into the flat and was stunned at the scene before him of Sharon Grant, the teacher he had fucked at prom last year on her knees sucking someone's cock. He recognised the guy as one of the ones he had seen earlier in the evening with Katie at the club. Jason looked further around the room and saw Katie videoing Sharon and Ray and Paul, th...
My name is Kimberly Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. By day, I am a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in the field of criminal justice. At night, I lead a very different life. The things I do at night would absolutely stun the men and women who think they know me. Especially the men...
The link to the first chapter of this story can be found in my profile. ***** The sound of the door closing made me jump. My knees were knocking, my heart was beating, and my hands were trembling. I was intrigued and terrified. "Who is this man and what is he going to do to me?" I thought to myself. As if in answer to my silent question, the man steppe...