In the heat of the afternoon, I watched the players on their last lap round the soccer field. It was my first coaching job looking after a Under-19 Girls High School and I loved every moment of it. I waited for the last player to come in before dismissing the team, "Great work. I'll see you Friday." I dragged two big bags across the ground—one filled with...
The Vocational College for Girls offers an alternative to prison for girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two years old with minor or first-time criminal offenses. As part of their punishment, the girls must attend academic classes and perform community service. Unfortunately for the VCG girls, community service consists of wearing skimpy little out...
Morgan and I did get married and a found nice house close to the HS where she works. It's a nice neighborhood and there's a lot of young couples with children. Within three months she told me she was pregnant and we jumped for joy, I was going to be a Daddy. I also did get a job that Morgan said was promised, but she had to fuck the guy a few times and used...
This is third and last in a series of Fan Fiction stories that I am writing. Of course, to be familiar with the premise, you have to know something about the show, "American Horror Story." It is a deep psycho-sexual thriller about a mansion in Los Angeles, that is haunted by the ghosts of all the previous owners, who have died in it. I hope you have seen it...
I've always had a soft spot for quiet, somewhat nerdy guys. Or at least, seemingly shy and nerdy. My favorite boyfriend in senior year of high school was an ostensibly shy guy who turned out had plenty to say with his lips and tongue, possessed a fat cock, and instinctively knew what to do with a pussy even at 18 years old. He wasn't my first, but he was my...
Dinner was a hoot. The girls, relaxed after a glass of wine, dropped any remaining pretense and we thoroughly enjoyed an evening of fine food, good wine, and each others company. Emily was mostly interested in business, and Candy, relationships. Our server left us with her number. The girls veered off to the restroom after dinner, leaving me to find the limo...
Hello Readers, Over the last 10 chapters, I have tried to establish your equations with my three loves - Steffi, Maya, and their Aunt Rita. This is the end of the introductions, and I know you've picked favorites - keep writing to me - love the encouragement. This is the 'introduction finale' for Steffi. To understand some of the context here, read Ch. 8 an...
Chapter Four: Chantel, Fitting Into Her New Lifestyle. Master Holt says, as the two of them walk out from the elevator on the 2nd floor, "This will be the floor that you will begin your life in servitude to us Chantel. Lets go find your head maid Penny and then get you to your room." Chantel grows more and more resigned to this new life as she see's a very...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school. I'm early thirties and still single, and for me it's a voyeur's paradise. I teach a final year class of about twenty girls aged eighteen to nearly nineteen and all very much aware of their ripening sexuality. They all seem to be trying to outdo ea...
The thumping of the bass thundered through her entire body as she at the booth, near the back of the bar. It was a standard Saturday night as far as going out drinking went and she needed it after the week she'd had. Dimly lit and smoky, the lasers from the dance floor pulsed across the dry ice fog as twenty to thirty people drunkenly swayed in no real rhyth...