This is my first story to submit here so please go a little easy on me. I have many more ideas but I just needed to get one out. Constructive criticism welcomed and appreciate! ~~ "This is college Aja! Lighten up a bit. No one is worried about you, there are tens of thousands of other girls that go here and hundreds of thousands of other women that live...
Please vote and feel free to leave feedback or comments. Part II to follow if anyone wants to read it! Thank you!! ***** "Jack I need to see you in my office as soon as you get a chance." Anita said with a hint of anger in her voice. Jack rolled his eyes as he wandered what she wanted from him now. He wished more than anything that she would just leave him...
"They will allow it over my dead body!" The ferocity of Beau LaConte's angry declaration, accompanied by flailing of arms that set the carriage to wobbling, made me take fright. The LaContes had been our Mississippi delta neighbors for more than a century, but I should have known better than accept his offer for transport to the Hallow's Eve masked ball at...
Dedicated to my friend Vickie Tern Author's Notes: M and M Coltsfoot is a work of fiction. The characters and plot represent no known people or actions. The geographical locations in Texas and elsewhere are quite real, however, and described as best as the author can make such description. The same is true of the several universities mentioned in the story...
Tom and I are a married couple in our early forties. Although we've always had a good sex life, the years of everyday busy life, kids and jobs had taken a toll on our passion. We still had sex regularly, but as of late it seemed to get routine. In an effort to add spice, we tried several new ideas, from watching porn together to reading the penthouse letter...
(This story is based on a real couple named Faith and Mark. They experience many things while swinging over a two year period. If you haven't read the first chapters then I invite you to go back and do so before reading further.) Mark was drinking coffee at the kitchen table when Tracy walked in wearing one of Faith's transparent teddies. She was scratching...
It was late afternoon when I drove past the public school in Pittsburgh, PA where I spent my early years. For nostalgia's sake, I stopped to see if any of my old teachers were still there. I found the doors open, so I walked inside through the corridors I recalled so well. I walked the old, familiar hallways of the first and second floor, but the building s...
Sam woke before sunrise, glad to see a new day approach. He'd had dark visits all night, but couldn't tell if they were wish-fulfillment dreams or part of his psychic gift. Sam regarded his abilities in a way similar to victims of childhood abuse. The guilt and shame were ever-present secrets he tried to hide. He stroked himself for a few minutes, indulging...
I love masturbating. I just love it. I love feeling the heat of my cock and the firmness of my balls. I love tasting my pre-cum as I milk it out of the head of my cock. I usually try to jerk off in front of a mirror so I can watch my hand as it slides up and down my shaft and so I can see the look on my face. Just before I cum, I grip my cock tightly just un...
Tiffany Lynn Smith was an all American girl. She was born in a small rural faming town in Arizona that was always on the verge of growing in to a big city if you asked some of the locals. If you asked the younger residents though it was a place you left not moved to. Tiffany had developed into a tall 5'10 woman in high school. She was the star of her schools...