The elevator doors slide open and you step out into the hall. Fifth floor. You're finally free and this dorm is going to be your new home for awhile. Unfortunately, you notice that it seems kinda shabby. The beige paint on the walls seems like it's one hundred layers thick and the carpeting is starting to look pretty worn. Not exactly the Taj Mahal. Oh well....
I was really not looking forward to another year of school. Thankfully it was my senior year, so hopefully it would go by quickly. Doubtful though, since the headmaster ran it like a prison. All I could think about as I drove to the school was how excited I was to graduate. I parked my brand new Range Rover that my parents had gotten me for my 18th birthday,...
"So, Leia, how are your two boys," Doctor Witzner asked as he concluded his dental examination. "Let's see, James, your oldest should be a freshman in college... what...a sophomore...and attending and dorming at the University? Eh, planning on become an engineer like his father and eventually join the family business? Already working part-time as one? Good f...
The problem with using a certain parent as material for my sexual imaginings was obvious a couple of days later when John and Sam showed up in the morning, smiling and hugging each other good bye, as if nothing had happened. Sam started building something in the far corner of the room and John asked to speak to me, just for a couple of minutes. The man real...
This is a story about my first sexual experience. The girl's name was Sophia and she was the most incredible girl I had ever met. She had dark brown skin, a few tones darker than mocha, black eyes (thanks to her 100% Filipino heritage), smooth legs, and B-cup breasts. We were both 18 years old, and had known each other since preschool. She had always been a...
My name is Corie, and I attend an all-girls' school. My parents are wealthy. Not just wealthy, but the stupid rich kind of wealthy. I remember them but only vaguely. In truth thinking back, I recall seeing a glimpse of my father walking into his office when I was ten, and that was the last time I actually seen him. I remember my mother slapping me hard on he...
The Neighborhood Preschool in Silverlake is a collection of low-slung buildings on the south end of the reservoir. I was running late, as usual, with traffic in the southland being what it is and working in the Industry with its long hours. Note the capital I in Industry – although I would claim otherwise to relatives from the East, I love the affectation. T...
This story is best when read with the first! Enjoy; comments appreciated! ********** This new adventure I was undertaking with Steph had me exhilarated for days. My husband was the grateful recipient of the sexual energy coursing through me. If he wondered at the change, he didn't ask me. The next time Steph called me, I could hardly contain my excitement...
At the time of this story, Nicole and I had been friends for a little over a year. We met when our daughters were placed in the same preschool class. I immediately liked her outgoing, tell it like it is personality, and as I got to know her better I found she has the same "naughty" sense of humor I have. My marriage was a mess, so this friendship is a much-n...
I still remember the first time with him, and we still talk about it, seeing that we're married and all. The first time I met Matthew I could tell he was a geek, he was cute don't get me wrong, but still a geek. He excelled at every subject since he was my English tutor and math tutor and my academic advisor at our college. Ironically we ended up working in...