Sensitivity Training can mean a lot: Part 7 Meanwhile back home. While this can be a stand-alone story, still it is a chapter in the larger story. It takes place back home while Beercan (AKA Jason) is spending his first two weeks at the Institute. Beercan was sent Sensitivity Institute of America because he had sexually harassed one of his employees. His b...
"What a concert," she sighed, making the final turn onto her street. It had been a pretty crazy night. After picking him up from the airport the two had gone straight to the concert, and probably stayed just a little too long. But that's what life's about, isn't it? Rule #32, enjoy the little things. He couldn't stop sneaking peeks at her. "Yeah, I never h...
The opportunity to fuck the guy next door had probably been there numerous times over the 7 years we had shared a fence, but it was not until a few days before I moved out that I realised it was now or never. He's a couple of years younger than me and has recently lost quite a bit of weight. He's obviously happy with how he looks and I can't blame him. I'd f...
If you enjoy reading Victorian romance and fantasy, you will probably enjoy this mash-up. It takes place in a made-up kingdom mirroring 1850 Victorian England fashions and customs, but that's where the similarities end. There are some steampunk/fantasy elements to liven things up, and a plucky, virginal heroine to boot! The Rosey Bush. The name sounded inn...
Chapter 5: Unexpected Pleasure Kyle awoke in a room that clearly wasn't his hotel room, but became quickly recognizable to him as he began to come to his senses. It was Monica's bedroom, still tousled from another crazy night. In general, Kyle's business trips to San Diego were becoming quite interesting, more so this week. His main contact in San Diego, J...
This is the third chapter of "I Make Believe I'm a Cuckold." You should read those first. [Writers love feedback. Please comment on and rate this story. About 99 readers out of 100 do *NOT* bother to do either. Comments help me improve my writing; ratings help other readers find what they will most enjoy reading.] +++++++++++++++++ Wednesday morning afte...
Waiting for Phil to get his kids ready and out the door, I thought back to when we had first met, a work event some time ago. A conference, a shared hotel room, a brushing together -- bald, chubby, I would have never pegged him as "my type", and yet here we were. I had arrived some minutes back, and he had ushered me into the home office, telling his kids w...
Michelle Heityme-Tarbox swung down out of the saddle and dropped to the ground. The Futter College Polo Team was making much progress, enough that the US Polo Association membership was as good as in the mail. At least that was Michelle's opinion. She had to admit that as player/coach of the team her opinion might be just a bit biased but while the quality o...
Sherrie stood in the doorway of my bedroom. Her jet black hair was matched by the thin black nightgown she wore. It covered her, and concealed nothing: She had a perfectly formed body. She stood not more than 5 feet tall, her skin like alabaster, her dark eyes flashing. She looked like a three-quarter scale Venus "My husband said to make you feel comforta...
I always loved watching my wife Jasmine dress for her bulls. She insisted on her own rules: never wore what he told her to, but what she knew would please him and her most. I could tell that she liked this one from the outfit she chose for him. Mostly it was simple: a white suspender belt and stockings; high heels; a bra. But for him, there were no panties,...