Part I: Study Session All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18. Part I: Study Session contains anal sex and tit fucking. *********************** It was only two weeks into the school year, and a...
All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18. Part II: Extra Credit contains deep-throating, anal sex and some voyeurism. *********************** For all her help with studying for biology over th...
Sometimes what you're looking for is closer than you think. Take my fiancé and I for example. My name is Stacey Walton and I'm a young Black woman living in Milton, Massachusetts. I studied business administration at Bay State College and earned my MBA at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. Presently I work for a real estate company in Brighton. I me...
Russ looked at his wife and said: "Come on, Lydia. Out with it." Lydia looked back at her husband with wide-open eyes. "There's nothing to talk about, darling. Really." "I'd believed that if I weren't married to you," he grinned at her. "But since I am, I can easily say that I know you well enough to know you've got something beating on your mind ... espec...
This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the contest new rules is not allowed in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. "She discovered early on that soldiers would pay her an extra two bi...
When I first met Susan in the flesh I suppose my over-riding emotion was relief. She was just how I had imagined her; long sandy hair, pretty eyes, showing her age a bit - after all, she was in her 40s - but very attractive. She had only flown into London that morning, but was not looking too jet-lagged. I ordered two black coffees from the waitress in the c...
"Gimme a little taste," he whispers. I give him an are-you-sure look. The road we are on turns and twists with the coastline; beautiful to look at, treacherous for those types of games. But he's had his hand in my jeans for the last quarter mile. At first he'd had to coax, but he knows just where to touch, and just how to press. Now I was wide open to him, r...
Whenever I get off early from work, I head down to the local library. I will proudly admit that I am a bookworm, and have been one since I was a kid. Let me describe myself: I am nineteen years old, 5'9 and a bit on the skinny side. And yes, I am a virgin. As I walked into the library on this Tuesday afternoon, I noticed that it was much less crowded than i...
Brett was becoming frustrated with his wife of five years. First it had been all about showing Jan what a gentleman he was and taking her out the old fashioned way. They got to know each other but Jan was slow to come out of her shell. Brett still wondered if there was more he could have done to make her let loose more and give in to the sexual pleasures he...
The July afternoon was hot and brilliant, the sun beating down from a cloudless sky as she stood in the doorway, looking out into her backyard. She was alone with her thoughts, which were now just so much kindling for the summer weather that always made her feel lusty. Holding a cold, sweating glass of lemonade, she was on her way out to sit in a lounge cha...