Monday, June 1st, 2020 Loud, orgasmic cries carried through the halls of Sofia Vergara Summer School for Girls' student dormitories; the impassioned coos, as they did every term-time evening, providing campus security with enough jerk off material to spank themselves into a coma. The student dorms at SVSSG were much like those at any other academic institu...
Author's Notes: All characters are at least 18 years old, except where stated otherwise. It's the beginning of the Half Term holiday at the end of May. Jake, Amy and their schoolmates are in the middle of taking their A level exams. They'll be starting at university in September or October. Please note that this chapter starts immediately after the previo...
Dear Shoeblossom, My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you and I want to clear things up! For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on a relatively lenient schedule--he is allowed to orgasm about once every other week. And he has privileges I don't usually gra...
Chapter Twelve – Naomi When I woke up next to Megan, we were both naked. Her arms laid across my breasts. It was comforting. I thought back to last night, to Marcus, and all the things that happened. It was a lot for one night but as I was remembering, I could feel my body respond. I rolled over and kissed Megan. We ended up making love. Things were certain...
Author's Note: The only context you need to be aware of before reading this story is that Kabir, the protagonist, is basically a sex demi-god with limitless superhuman powers. Scarlett is a sex-genie whom he had enslaved to inherit all the powers he now has. With his powers, Kabir can transform the entire world if he wishes to do so. There has been some bu...
What was that line from Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven? Ooh, it really makes me wonder? Like, ooh: just what the devil was Sam up to now? He had probably, on average, been screwing hundreds of women a year – for several years now, though most had more than likely been prostitutes, and yet I remembered his wife had been promiscuous too, terribly so. So, his o...
Ken and I had been friends since grade school. We did the usual stuff together, played football with friends in his yard, went swimming in the summer in his pool, it seemed we always did things at his house. The day we graduated high school he seemed upset about something. I kept asking him what was wrong, but all he'd respond was that it was private. That...
Many people, both men and women, develop "types" of the opposite sex that they are infatuated with, or lust after. While many other people are egalitarian in their outlook for possible sexual partners, those that I like to call "type cast" spend a good deal of time trying to find someone their "type" to latch onto. Fortunately the "type" that type cast peopl...
Tracy slid onto the stool next to Amy's. "Sorry, there weren't any tables available." Tracy waved a hand away. "Prime-time in Manhattan? A coffee shop across from the library? I feel damn lucky to have a stool to park my butt on. Thanks for meeting me over here. I didn't want make those old men in the writers group break down in tears when I started asking...
Reading the earlier installments of this series is highly recommended. Thank you to those who've rated and commented. Kimberly spent two hours puttering around, basically miserable. She'd considered leaving and going back to her apartment, but she'd need to come back almost as soon as she left to avoid losing her mind to Demorelle's special influence. She c...