Final Exam My geology professor was a petite, auburn haired goddess. Early thirties, nice tits, green eyes, always wore skirts that showed off her shapely legs. And I was in love. Whether it was her intimidating beauty or the fear of being called upon in class, I'll never know. But nobody ever sat in the first row—nobody, that is, except for me. I was a shy...
Author's Notes: Just in case it wasn't obvious before, this story is pure fantasy and bears no resemblance to any person or real-life events. As usual, comments/feedback/votes are appreciated. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wednesday, 3 PM again and Nancy again volunteered to give Sherry a break. Principal Roberts however knew how mu...
This story picks up right where the first part left off: Claire could not believe she had just watched her boss shoot his load right in front of her. She was on her way home and was just now pulling into her apartment complex. Her nerves had settled, but her mind was still racing trying to process what happened. She parked her car and walked quickly up one...
Imagine, you have a chance to live out a fantasy. That's what I've been able to do. This is the continuing story of my obsession with "Dirty Old Men', Bless them all. * Charlie stood up and pushed me aside. "Put them panties back on." He walked past me and into the living room. Did he say I was to be his personal sex slave? My god how did this happen? I k...
Even this late the party was in full swing. The smell of beer and sweat hung prominently in the air, and Dana was sweating profusely herself, while her face felt hot. A bit of fresh air was definitely called for. She made hasty excuses, and backed away from her group of friends, before wheeling her chair towards the wardrobe. She quickly picked through the j...
The following morning the sunshine pierced in the room thru the window and tickled our eyelids. Jason caressed my hair and said: 'Good morning sweetheart. How did you sleep?' 'Like a baby.' 'Like my baby...' and started kissing my neck, my back and my thighs. His hand slid between my legs. 'Hmmm you are already wet.' He remarked. 'Are you sore?' 'Yes....
Becca smiled as she put on her earrings in front of the mirror. She'd made a bit of an effort and bought a brand new dress for this evening, a tight black dress that clung to her wide, thick hips and large plump arse. It was slightly low cut, revealing a hint of cleavage which she'd helped by buying a new push up bra. She looked good, and felt even better. T...
I told my boss I was feeling sick that Friday and went home early. I wasn’t really sick. Maybe it was one of those psychic things pushing me toward a long delayed decision. Or, more likely, I was just being my lazy self, getting a jump on the weekend. One thing for sure, a lot of things changed that day. When I turned into my driveway I just about slammed i...
This true story occurred in the late 1970's. It was a time of sexual revolution and before the time of AIDS. My good friend David was driving and Debbie was in the passenger seat on that late Saturday afternoon. I had the back seat and we were driving to Lona's apartment. David's hand was in Debbie's lap and my hand was draped over the seat and carefully e...
In between classes she darted into the restroom to check her hair. Leaning against the damp sinks, she peered into the mirror, sighing at the errant tendrils that seemed to pull themselves, willy-nilly, from whatever arrangement she designed. She wet her fingers and raked them through the gold-brown skeins of hair, half of her mind attentive for the bell, th...