Jefferson Sloan sat in his rocker and watched the girls walk down the street. School had just let out and they would be walking by for a while. The powerful telescopic lens brought them up close. They were as cute as they could be. They could not see him nor could anyone else. He loved to watch the little teens walk by. "Where were all the beautiful girls wh...
Josh realized that Sister Monica wouldn't have an answer for him by class on Wednesday. Still, he hoped for a sign—a certain hidden message in her movements, her smile, the way she looked at him when their eyes met. But there was nothing. She simply went through her regular in-class routines—engaging the students in discussion, expostulating on the meanings...
I slept well that Sunday night which surprised me, though I guess I was probably exhausted. I woke up with my normal hard-on a bit before 5am, well it would have been a hard-on but for the cage. My penis was certainly trying. I never found it an uncomfortable feeling, just frustrating that there is no ending and I could not jerk off, and now who knew what wa...
Across town and a little after one o'clock, Mark pulled up the stately tree lined drive to a palatial home well see back from the road and buffered by a couple acres of land on each flank. He rang the bell and a slender young blond dressed in flowing white pantaloons and a blousy top showing her midriff answered the door. Her eyes were luminous and clear blu...
This is a work of fiction. It's a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It's advisable to start with part 1. *** After an uneventful flight from Bern I touched down at London City Airport on time. Thankfully this is also a small airport so it wasn't long before I passed through...
It was just another afternoon on Wisteria Lane as Bree pulled into her driveway. The neighborhood was permeated with the rumpus of kids playing in front yards while neighbors walked their dogs and chitchatted. Grabbing her purse she stepped out of the car and popped the trunk open. Bree van de Kamp was a sight to admire. Though a widow in her early-forties w...
By mid-afternoon Open Day for many was adjudged over, but while prospective clients and the purely curious were encouraged to depart the most valued of Miriam Hancock's supporters were skilfully spirited away elsewhere for tea and cakes. While the men went to the gymnasium, the ladies were assembled in one of the classrooms on the second floor where the desk...
Letter From Shana By James Pendergrass – Copyright James X. Pendergrass 2012 Hello, My name is Shana. I'm a 32-year-old, happily married suburban woman. This is the story of how my marriage came to be the way it is. Let's start with the basics. I come from an upper middle class family. I'm white, hold a master's degree, and am a marketing director at a...
"Pull out your dick and get it hard!" Her blatant command took me by surprise, but then again I was "in training" to become a porn star. I glanced at the room full of people, several guys just like me standing in line at the Vegas convention center Adult Film Expo. Not sure what to do, I hesitated. If I did what the buxom blonde had requested there was a goo...
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...