Chapter 2 Hazel's Job We had lunch out in the garden (the weather was warm and sunny after the storm), all three of us just wearing short loose bath-robes, my cock starting to grow again, but for the moment the ladies either didn't notice, or chose to ignore it. Hazel was asking me what I had been studying at school (I had already told her the story of ho...
She sat on the other side of the couch, her face crumpled with distain as she stared at him. Her mind was a blur of emotion as she watched him pay more attention to the football game on the television screen than he did her. She sighed, though he ever noticed her unease. It wasn't even that she was upset at him wanting to watch the game. She was frustrated t...
It was her birthday and even though it wasn't one of those important milestone type birthdays, being the cock and cum hungry slut that she was she decided to arrange a GangBang to celebrate. Twelve guys arrived, entering the bedroom, as she lay there naked waiting wet and wanting. But of the twelve guys, there was one who stood out and for more than just hi...
"I don't need this bullshit! We've got tenure, you can't fucking fire us." I yelled violently shoving my chair away from me. The dean jumped back bit, eyes wide. "Look Jason," he tried to sound sympathetic, "you'd be right if it was just you, but the state budget cuts have forced the university to cut your entire department. Everyone is getting let go."...
Roxy bit her lip so as not to make a single sound, she could hear slow heavy footsteps coming closer, and they made her nervous but strangely heightened her excitement. She could sense Him standing behind her now, eyes burning holes in her form, tracing and recording every detail to his memory, a dripping tap in the sink the only noise in the silence that su...
Men have fantasies. Some men act them out. Women have fantasies as well, some more than men but are relunctant to act them out for fear of being labeled. I am a woman and I have fantasies, I have yet to act out all of them but I'm not afraid to. It's just finding the right guy and the right circumstances to do so. Here is a fantasy of mine... I am in a ho...
'Models' read the sign, the handwritten text looking scruffy against the tired fluorescent yellow background. It was stuck on the entrance to a narrow dimly lit staircase which led up to who knew where. John quickly looked up and down the street to see if anyone would notice what he was doing, then quickly nipped in through the door. Walking up the narrow s...
It was the summer of '04. My aunt and uncle from Palm Springs had visited my family in Western Massachusetts for the first time in many years. I was eighteen and horny, craving women of all shapes and sizes. That's right—just about any female creature with tits and a vagina seemed to be fair game. Chitchatting in the kitchen on the evening in question were...
This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch6, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or inanimate) is no more than a start...
Carl Slater, one of the most promising young prosecutors to come out of Harvard Law in the past decade, had suddenly had an epiphany. His first few cases had been open and shut; the defendants were guilty, there was no gray area, and justice was served. Then one day, a young man came through the courtroom, protesting his innocence, with a good alibi. Despite...