Avery Williams sat in the Dean's office. It was 9 in the morning on Sunday. Classes would begin the following morning, and having arrived a day late, Avery missed out on all the orientation presentations. "It's nice to meet you in person, Avery. How are you this morning?" The Dean asked. "Um..fine I guess?" Avery replied. "Good. Now,...
This is based on a true story that happened in 1995. At the age of 43 I had been divorced for two years and finally had my feet back under me and was getting into the single life. Back in 95 computers were still on the expensive side so my first foray into getting online was with something called a Webtv. Webtv used your television as the monitor and a wirel...
After my first successful CFNM moment at my doctor's office, I was totally hooked. I was naive (in many ways I still am), and I had no idea how to look for other opportunities to flash myself besides waiting for another year for another physical exam with my female doctor. Well, that's almost exactly what I did. I patiently waited for one whole year for an...
Shortly after "Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House" appeared on Lit. I was pleasantly surprised to receive an anonymous email from a reader who called himself "Eduardo". He claimed to have been enjoying a part-time CFNM lifestyle with his wife and "mistress" for "over twenty years"; part-time because of their children. Once a month they would visit one of the gran...
As a result of our outings in chapters 1 and 2 we had developed a theme for when we were at home. If it was warm enough Allan was to wear a small red sheer thong, and nothing else, yes we had bought a number of them. He was very nervous about this at first but soon settled into it. I then decided to up the ante on him. He was to always answer the door and...
Part One -- The Woman In The Mirror Dark; then light; my eyelids flutter. "Can he hear us?" a woman's voice. Dark; then light. "He's still comatose; but he's improving," an authoritative male voice. Light; now dark, the dream returns. I'm inside the mirror but I can't be seen. I try to reach through the glass but I can't. I try to speak but I am mute....
"I just think it's terrible," Martha said. "Well, it's just young people these days," Yvonne said. This conversation was taking place near me, but I had not been paying much attention. I didn't really want to be here, but Yvonne was my neighbor and I didn't have an excuse for not showing up for a neighborhood cocktail party. I usually begged off because Yv...
After parking my car down the street, I couldn't believe I was actually walking up to the house. The neighborhood was in an upscale section of Old Towne Alexandria and the house was beautiful. The email had stated this would be a private party and to arrive exactly at 7 pm. I didn't know how many others would be here but I didn't care, I was anxious for th...
Based on a false story. *** Jamie's parents finally left to take her little brother trick-or-treating. Alone at last, Jamie couldn't wait to get back online. This backward town offered little fun for a high school senior, but the internet was there for her, at least now that she knew how to get around the filters. She booted up the computer. The phone ran...
My female studio executive was as good as her word. I got a call from a lady named Roxanne who had spoken with Ms. Mayer. Roxanne ran a small internet mail order business out of her house and needed some specialized part time help. She had purchased a large quantity of erotic photography in digital format and was planning to use the images to make some G an...