This is the third installment of the Progeny chain story, started by Slyc_Willie. My thanks to him and to the others involved. Feedback appreciated. Portland, Maine Dorian looked out the unemployment office window. Fuck. It was raining again. Just what he needed. Weather like this reminded him of why he should get a car. Of course, even if he had a car he...
As Jay Sands wipes his brow and grabs his towel he catches his reflection in the mirror. He is proud of what he sees. His tight workout shirt showed his flat stomach and powerfully built upper body. His shorts though long and baggy, still displayed his trim waist and muscle packed backside. His sculpted calves and tapered ankles give a hint towards his a...
It wasn't easy being a young professor at a southern university in the US. When I say young, I mean young. I was always an overachiever, and got my Ph.D at 22 and began teaching immediately. This meant that I was barely older than my students at best. This had the potential for becoming an outright, unmitigated disaster, and everyone knew it. The Director o...
Chapter 52 - At the end of the following year The next year flew by for everyone in The Circle. Willow and Darrell had moved to New York City, taking Ariana with them. Willow made it back to Dillonville six times during the year with the baby, who by then was approaching four years old. We saw Willow on the evening news almost every night; she was prominen...
Chapter 16 -- Return of the Queen The next morning I made it to the office ahead of everyone, except Leslie. I stopped by her office on the way to my own. She was reviewing a document on her desk when I stepped into her doorway. "That was one killer lesson plan you had last night," I joked. "It's never dull around here," she laughed. I didn't stay around...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, just quit reading. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong c...
The next morning Monica was really hung over and puked most of the day. She said she remembered her lap dance with Tiffany and felt horribly embarrassed about masturbating to orgasm in front of the guys, but, she didn't remember anything that happened after that. Nothing about giving lap dances, the multiple orgasms, making the guys cum or making out with Ti...
Chapter 4 Besides quickly improving her ability to wear ultra high heels, Nancy was also becoming comfortable with her new work uniform including the corset that she wore every day. Also, Nancy's nipple training, including the supplement capsules and cream, together with her nightly pumping, had finally just started to produce some noticeable results. She h...
I'm currently in the middle of working on my second book, so I won't have a lot of time to put into this series. I promise, I will come back to the story as soon as I can. In the meantime, enjoy the next chapter. ____________________________ The pair of office workers stepped into the empty elevator, readying themselves for the day's job ahead. One was hol...
Who sent the card? "Thank you for the card, Simon." I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to face Monica. "What card?" She smiled at me. We were a block in the stream of commuters heading away from the station. "The Valentine Card you sent me." "I didn't..." I stopped. Should I admit I hadn't sent Monica a Valentine Card and claim someone else's cre...