My sexual relationship with Maria developed along lines much differently than when we had first met. Our first date ever years before this story takes place ended with her sitting on my face and grinding her pussy against my mouth while she sucked my cock, without relief, for 45 minutes before falling asleep. Fast forward three years later when I had just r...
James was hard. It wasn't his fault. The weeklong corporate retreat meant back-to-back events, from team breakfast early in the morning to team dinners and cocktails late at night. He was so exhausted at the end of each day that he collapsed on his bed only to scramble to get ready next morning. It meant no languid sessions of slowly massaging his cock or ev...
Professor William Cameron's gaze always locks onto the upper-left corner of the back wall of the classroom when he lectures. Cameron only looks directly at students is when one asks him a question. The rest of the time, his eyes narrow as his head cocks to once side and his hands move as he speaks. Sometimes he sketches a ridiculous, nonsensical object on th...
It's finals week of college. My students are all taking their seats for a transpersonal psychology final essay. I set up the projection screen in the auditorium and put up a timer. I take a seat in the production booth, set up my laptop, and use it as an office. "All students, please take your seats. We will be starting the exam in the next 5 minutes. You ju...
Tales From The Psych Ward 07 - Again a Witness by The Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the son...
This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. ***** Tuesday, 11 pm. Hollyweather Highschool, classroom 6B. "Will the sitting champion be able to defeat his most dangerous opponent yet." Scott Olson quietly narrated the chess match between Carl Peterson, the president of the chess club, and its newest member Dan...
I quickly dismissed that thought of mind when I remembered how he hurt me. So I jumped right in. Okay, not right in, but I stepped in the water. I began by making an online dating profile. I'd chat with the men, identify their what type of man they were, failed frontman, marrying kind, professional party boy, player, the older man the list goes on, then I'd...
Sasha was alone in the Principle's office. Years of trouble in public high schools had led to her stepfather sending her here. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, blood red lipstick, dirty black t-shirt and short denim shorts. Nervously she switched the position of her long, tan legs and twirled her gum out with her fingers, sucking it back in. "Ahh, Miss Sande...
"Why do you write?" You will see this question a lot in your life as a writer. It's almost as popular as the more often heard, "Where do you get your ideas from?" The funny thing about that second question is, there is not a good answer. Oh, you can cite sources and places and conversations all day about where your ideas come from, and while that is true e...
I take a deep breath as I put my car into park. Sitting there, staring at your house, wondering if it is okay that I am here; what you would think, if you knew? I take in the gorgeous view, feeling the weariness of the long flight slipping from me. Wishing you were here now; knowing you will be soon enough. Pulling the keys from the ignition, I slide out of...