Joey stood behind the desk watching Shelly. He studied her. He was of student of reading people, a very adept student. He had to be for his lifestyle, both the public and private aspects of it. Publicly Joey was a personal trainer. He fit the bill perfectly. He stood 6'3" tall and was powerfully built. He had played football in high school and college, until...
This story is a composite based on some real events and some news stories. Insofar as it concerns me personally, it is fiction. It’s based partly on a story I wrote twelve years ago and abandoned, only to be revived when Mike Nifong tried to fuck over the Duke players; but this story was NOT inspired by that case. It is also NOT a stroke story. Oh, and b...
The next morning, Tommy discovered how wonderful it is to wake up with a gorgeous nude woman lying against you. He and his aunt made love again when they got to bed, then fell asleep, exhausted. He awoke refreshed after a night of sound sleep. Morning daylight streamed into the bedroom. Tommy looked at his aunt's face, relaxed in sleep, a soft smile on her...
"I can't write." I see and hear that a lot from the widest variety of people. They don't like it or they "can't" do it. College students are the worst. After public speaking, expository writing has got to be the most hated class. There's a simple reason why. Once something has been written down someone else comes along and puts red marks all over the p...
Desiree put down her pencil and looked around the class. As always, she had finished the test before anyone else. She smiled and looked to the front of the room trying to catch Mr. Harris's eye. She focused on his lips as she willed him to look up at her. Finally, his green eyes met hers and he gave her a quick smile before going back to grading homework. D...
I sat in the back of the classroom as I had 10 years earlier, but this time the roles were a little different. As a “parent” I was now on the adult side of parent/teacher night. But I still felt awkward and out of place. Everyone else here was older and seemed more at ease; I had already twice been mistaken for a student. I got tired of explaining that it wa...
It was a hot muggy August day in the Midwest as I walked into my 6th period class. My last class of the day, science, according to my schedule my instructor was V. Owens. Being the first day of school I had no idea who V. Owens was and not only that at 18 I was all ready bored with the project of going to school. I sat there with 20 other seniors, 8 guys and...
Stiletto heels clacking, hugging a tablet computer to conceal the jiggle of her D-cup breasts, Brandee Coleman hurried down the hallway toward her office. She could feel the pale skin of her face and neck flushing with arousal. She was agitated and craved privacy. Once safely behind her office door, she stripped off her lab coat, tossed the iPad on her des...
A/N: I'm close to finishing the final chapter and it should be out hopefully by Friday. Around last month I made some edits to this chapter in order to make it appropriately reflect the direction I'm taking with this story and to also alleviate some confusion. Happy reading everyone. Standard Disclaimers Apply ***** Whitney's mind had been heavy these pas...
"I'm gonna take a walk," Vanessa yelled over the music to her friend Sarah. "Don't get lost," Sarah yelled back, taking a sip of her apple cider. Vanessa just forced a laugh and turned away from the bonfire into the darkness. It was the last weekend before finals, and graduation was so close she could taste it. The stress was getting to Vanessa, and a bonf...