This short story is a work of fiction. Any correlation between it and real people alive or deceased or events is purely happenstance. This tale is a longer story; it is over 17,000 words. ************************************************************************************* Hunter watched the across the street neighbor as Ms. Fields pulled her car out of he...
"I told you NOT to run by the pool, young lady." I looked up from my position on the wet concrete. It wasn't the best position to be in, especially considering that Matt Shepherd, the city's hottest lifeguard, was standing over me, one leg on both sides...if I sat up, my mouth would be at his crotch. I swallowed and tried not to think about the fact that m...
The 1:15 bell rang at the St. Agnes academy. The students filed into the classroom of Ms. Mary Bennett the 12th grade math teacher. The teenagers were dressed in neat uniforms and sat down quietly. The girls wore plaid skirts and blue sweaters; the boys wore black blazers with kaki pants. The classroom was conservatively decorated; only a cross-hung on the w...
Chapter Twelve: Sit On It! The secretary aimed me well and had me land on the stool's point. "Let's fit you on in the first try, shall we," she whispered. Immediately, I realized her intentions were to balance me on the stool's apex and force my rear portal open around the steel peak, until I wore the chair as I had the butt plug. She went to great lengths...
Jillian was studying in the library when her best friend Lindsay rushed in, looking like she had the fright of her life. She could barely contain herself as she hustled Jillian over into a corner. Looking around nervously, her eyes darting back and forth, she looked scared and nervous and excited all at once. Jillian was concerned as her friend was ordinar...
My name is Ms Meyers. I am a thirty year old college professor of English Literature. Students have to go through me to graduate which gives me a good opportunity to root out the trouble makers and students worth spending more time with. I am a sexy 5ft. 6in tall brunette with piercing brown eyes, large breasts and shapely legs, which I love to show off to m...
After Mistress had left us for her own apartment, Eve and I settled in for what would be one of many frustrating nights ahead of us. We only worsened our excitement as we kissed on the couch, as it was all we could do. Our chastity prevented any further contact. After achieving only further frustration for ourselves we decided to turn on the TV. That in itse...
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Kiiiiirrrrrraaaaaaaa!" Cat Grant yelled loudly. Kara Danvers sighed softly. She didn't mind that her boss continuously called her by the wrong name, because she knew it was a running joke or perhaps a way for Ms Grant to create som...
This is not a stand-alone story. Before you can understand this chapter you must read Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot part 1. ***** When Firebush woke Beercan Tuesday morning, Beercan realized that he was starring directly at a pair of shaven low hangers and an erect penis jutting out of a patch of bright red pubic hair that had been manscaped to look...
Chapter Nine: OOOuuch! "There it is," the secretary said to whomever it was. I saw a deeply tanned, long fingered hand reach for the end of my leash and slip it free of the hook. I turned as the tug pulled and caught a glimpse of a lady as she rolled the leash into her hand. She cinched it close and took me by a very short length. I caught another glimpse o...