This could have been billed as a sci-fi or fantasy tale, for it has solid elements of such. It would perhaps have worked as a horror story. After some reflection though, it's here in First Time. That's appropriate, but be aware it's not your average Lover's-Lane-back-seat-of-dad's-car experience. As a moral, do be careful of strangers at this time of year;...
|1.0 "Scout Ship Atalanta for Pathfinder actual," a young woman's voice said. "Pathfinder here," a deeper, avuncular voice replied. "Good morning, kiddo. Bright eyed and bushy tailed already?" "Good morning yourself, Pathfinder. My pilot is certifying me as active and operational. We're good for an on-time launch separation. I didn't wake you up or anyth...
Here you go, my people: The sequel to 'Dealmaker'. Yes, I know this one to a really long time to write. I apologize for that. Honestly, I had never intended to continue 'Dealmaker' because I had no idea where to take the story. But I've had so many of you ask for me to continue it that I decided to give it a try. Congratulations, people, your perseverance wo...
Thanks for the encouragement everyone. This part is a little slower but bear with me. It's a vital part. ***** The next morning was a blurry eyed awakening. I had slept like the dead after yesterday's physical and emotional exhaustion. I could feel the roughness of my throat as the memory came back to me of why exactly it was in that condition. Yesterday m...
THE DANCE In early May, Grant High School held what was considered the second biggest social event of the year, The School Dance. Only the Senior Prom was a bigger event. All of the faculty would be in attendance. Spouses, significant others, girlfriends and boyfriends would be there. I went alone. Jen sat at he VIP table. Peter Brant and his wife had com...
For the past couple of weeks, he had been spending most of his waking hours in the workshop. The redhead assumed he was working on some new attachment or modification to The Chair, but she couldn't be sure as he had refused to tell her. He did however assure her that she would be the first one to test out whatever he was working on. That appeased her somewha...
Bev, the mature teacher and widow. Part 5 Next day morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee, scrambled eggs, and fried bacon. I brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen. Bev was in a red tank top and silk panties. My cock stirred. I said, “Good morning, love.” I grabbed her from behind and nuzzled her neck. She did not wear a bra! She smelled of fresh p...
My name is David Thompson. I teach math at Trentstown Community College, and have for 18 years now. I am 48 years old and the father of three grown children who are all married now and beginning families of their own. My wife Becky and I are now what you call "empty-nesters", and without our children around to keep us occupied, our life together had become p...
Robert picked Grey up outside her grandmother's apartment building in his newly-leased black Charger. She wore a black dress with matching bra and panties, plus black shoes with a low heel. He was in his familiar jeans, with a gray t-shift. Even after fourteen weeks, seeing him brought a wave of excitement and warmth that still felt like it was new. As he s...
"Silence!" Mme Arnaud's tungsten-steel voice ripped thought the steamy air of the dining room just after 10pm on one of the hottest Sundays of the summer so far. Even this late in the day the temperature was in the high 20s - but that voice was more than enough to chill me to the bone. I could tell from the way she was looking at me, that mad smirk, that s...