Cover photo taken from Jesse Flanagan Photography, 2017 You are running late, since you have an appointment at 10 o’clock, in 44th Hamilton Street, and its 9:45 AM. Almost running to the place, you hope to arrive at time and not have to make another new appointment. After a tremendous rush, you finally reach Hamilton Street. Like any other day, the street w...
Ms. Hawthorne looked over her thick glasses. Her stern gaze was fixed on Aaron, a young chemistry major, fidgeting nervously, opposite her desk. "I hope you know why I called you in here today," she said sharply. She paused for a minute waiting for a reply, but received none. "You're grades are slipping, young man," Ms. Hawthorne said as she opened a manil...
Author's Note: This is the follow-up encounter between Kavitha and Jamal promised at the end of "Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam" and "My Humiliating Immigration Exam." While this story can be read on its own, it references characters from these stories as well as from "Mom, Medical School, and Dr. Jamal." All the kids had left for the day, and I was in...
NOTE: This is a fantasy intended for the entertainment of adults. "Dad! I wish you wouldn't walk in on me like that!" "What's up, son? Oh, I see what's up!" he snickered. "Spanking the monkey again, are you, boy? Nothing wrong with that." Wally threw a pillow over his lower body and rolled his eyes. "Geez, Dad," he sighed. "Well, then, will you let me fin...
It looked like an attractive way to pick up a little extra money. The ad was for volunteers for physiological research - either men or women. The fee was for each day's service, in a clinic, and it could be done on a weekend. To a couple in their forties, with college expenses looming, it seemed a good way to acquire a bit of extra cash. My husband was imme...
I will ignore the parts of this narrative that deal with mundane things:the two of us going to work each day, breakfasts, lunches, dinners. Of course we had to do these things. You can take that as a given, and you can also take as a given that many of the household chores fell onto my shoulders, but I did not mind serving. One day, early in our new relati...
I decided to let her have it. I curled the two probing fingers of my right hand until they rubbed against the inside walls of the front of her pussy and began rubbing her clitty with my right thumb. At the same time I curled the two probing digits of my left hand so that they rubbed against the back wall of her pussy. I wanted her to feel rubbing in every d...
The following is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (or not so innocent). I never thought I would be writing a story for an erotic website such as yours but a recent experience I had has forced me to do so. Let me first describe myself. I am a 27-year-old brunette with a nice figure and ample breasts. I am told my best feature is...
"You better keep on runnin' Don't stop runnin' Keep on runnin' 'Cuz you can't catch me" ― Y & T Used egg slop splattered over the rim of the fat dish, pouring down Hiroshima Black Rain on Don's grease-drenched kitchen shoes. Keedik's fingers were the color of the coffee he continually made, as he burnt his hands on the industrial-sized "joe press." Out...
There's a rumor going around the school that the boys want to knock you up. You first heard the rumor from your best friend Candice, but you've heard the rumor from others as well. Getting you knocked up would be a big score, not only because you're the heiress to a large family fortune, but also because you're definitely the hottest girl in school. Candice...