Note from Slickman: Making it with the babysitter has been a popular theme in erotic stories. This story takes on a new twist so sit back and enjoy. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. * "Ten dollars an hour..." ...read the advertisement in the neig...
A little bit less sex this time around, but I promise the payoff will be very good by series end (I am ending it at Chapter 10). Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not I'm pleasing my readers. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter. __________________________ Standard Discl...
On the ride back everyone is pretty quiet. As we pull into the parking lot I look over at Denise. "Are you ready for this?" I ask. "I better be." She replies as she gets out and unlocks the back door so we can all go inside. "Okay, everyone to the breakroom." She says as she opens the door. She sees me pull out my cell phone. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm...
[This is a long story. My longest to date. There is plenty of sexual content and a few twists and turns along the way. If it was shorter it could have been in "Loving Wives", or "Erotic Couplings" or "Group Sex". There will be another version of this tale posted soon (one or two days), that takes a slightly more traditional "Loving Wives" approach. It will b...
Part 1 of 3: Jimmy is a stoic man who hasn't taken many chances in his life. He enjoys partying and getting laid when he can, but things are about to change. His friends turn lost chances into one-night stands, a lucky coin puts him on the path to sudden wealth, the woman of his dreams seems to be within his grasp, and all he has to do is survive the wrath o...
Some quick admin before we start: This story comes in at a little over 30K words; the sexy stuff is spread throughout, but as usual, it's definitely more in the back half than the front. Furthermore, my apologies to anyone who speaks Hindi for my use of Google Translate; I've never had much luck soliciting help through the forums, and asking my Indian friend...
On my way to my first Monday class, I stopped by my assigned graduate student cubicle in Hertz Hall, the main building for the university's electrical engineering program. Each of us in the graduate EE program had one where we could study, receive messages, and store stuff between classes. Maybe the university is preparing us for our cubicle destinies? My t...
I woke up the next morning feeling hung over. As if I as on a drinking binge for a week. Pam handed me a glass of orange juice that tasted so good I drained the glass in on gulp. I looked around the room and asked "Where's Bill." "He left for work early today, he thought it was best for you not to see him. He said you've been worse this year then you ever...
A bespoke story, written for an individual with their own dreams and fantasies. May you enjoy it as much as they have. + Rachel Monk looked up over her books strewn over a table in the library. "Hey! Where've you been?" she asked her best friend, roomie and study-mate, Sarah Suomi. "I thought we were supposed to be studying for that Economics final tomor...
Author's Note: A big thank you to the ever-lovely Randi for organizing the "Highway Song" event. To my team F.R., D.A., Laura L., Barry J., and Steve M. for being some fantastic betas. Dedicated to the two writers Bebop3 and MsCherylTerra, without whom this story would have never been finished. I am eternally grateful. — This story is set in 1993, a time...