Hank was listening to the windshield wipers clapping rhythm to the radio, "God I hope the rain stops soon," he thought to himself. He was hoping this trip would loosen Paula up some. He looked over at her sitting in the passenger seat and gulped at thinking about the possibilities. A weekend in nature was not Paula's idea of a great time, she was more comfor...
"We're going to start with a little run, basically build up the workout," Leisa explained. "We won't go too far – and put this on." Leisa handed her a large running watch, it looked like a man's. "It will track distance, speed, and pulse – all that stuff." Marla put it on and they headed out the door. Outside in the neighborhood Marla was immediately self...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...
Beginnings -- A Glamour Photographer Reminisces. Tom looked at the display screen of his digital camera at the girl kneeling naked on the dinning table, adjusting the focus to lose some of the background clutter to hone in on the prize, her amazing breasts. "Push your right arm forward a bit luv, the punters like to see your tits," The girl did as instruc...
I was a normal fresher at university. Getting settled into the basic accommodation, may be best described as very basic. It had a bed, wardrobe, a desk area and draws. Guess that was all I needed. There was a kitchen shared between 9 others as well as a room with sofas and a TV in it. It was a normal first term, the usual parties and getting to know the peo...
All events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. Barbara Starrett unfolded her lawn chair and sat down alone on the sideline. It was well before game time, and most of the other parents either hadn't arrived yet, or were away from the soccer field. But Barbara's dirty little secret was that, since the boys on the te...
College Girls - Part 11 (Final Exam) Math was always my weakest subject and it was time for my final exam in Calculus. My teacher, Professor Blackburn, was a sweet man in his mid-forties. His wife had just left him, so he was feeling a little lonely. I decided to pay him a visit at his office in the Math and Science Building. I thought that maybe I could ra...
I felt the urge today after a long, long time and wrote a story. Like most of my stories, this one is not especially fast, has moderate amounts of nudity, a focus on double standards and no sex. I also wrote it fairly quickly, which might result in a few typos, which I hope you'll ignore. This is a completely standalone story and will have no prequel or sequ...
(Let me lead you through the sepia-toned, historic setting for this tale - colonial India - where you will experience some of the most delicious Clothed Female Naked Male fun you have ever come across. On the banks of the Ganges the senior boys' college was filled with aristocratic 18 year olds, thrillingly subject to the discipline of female English teacher...
Introduction: This can be read as a stand alone story, but if you want to understand the Island, you should read Chapter 8 at least. It is probably best to read the entire tale, but it is not necessary. For those of you who are following the series, Beercan is not in this chapter, but he will be in all of the following ones. ***** A Week in Femdom Villa...