= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories...
I've been fantasizing about my supervisor Sarah a lot lately. Before I go into the details I feel that I should first tell you what attracts me to her so much. She's at that perfect age, not old but not young either. She's twenty-six years old, she has shoulder length dusty blonde hair, and her skin is velvet soft. When she speaks it's very hard for me to co...
Dear Class, Rarely does anyone achieve 100% credit for an answer to one of my questions, but I assure you it is possible. There is only one right answer to any and all of my questions and if you are diligent in your research and give me the right answer you may receive an A+ for your final grade. Take your pick of assignments. You may choose to research...
(( Author's Note: Once again, in my fit of inspiration, I leave behind a mess that makes little sense or impact. This post and all others later written by me will be undergoing significant amounts of intensive editing. Otherwise, feel free to post anything you like. The thread has been set to Public after all. Note 2: Posts are notorious difficult to organiz...
It was the last train that night and it was one of those long distance journeys which had a few hours between stops before getting to Scotland. My meeting was at 2pm but the train got in at 5:30am which gave me enough time to prepare. It was a London midland service and was one of the few these days with a train guard. She was a blonde with shoulder len...
It was a dark and stormy night, and it had always been a fantasy of mine to have sex in a rain storm, thunder, lightning, an all. My boyfriend and I were just sitting around watching another dull boring Sunday night line- up on the tube. "There's nothing worth watching anyway," I told him, "I want to get out of the house." We decided to go get some ice crea...
So, I'm at this sleaze-fuck Days Inn off the interstate ― where an Ebony Goddess is spraying fountains of squirt on my turgid timber ― and I begin wonderin', "Whatever happened to Rick Moranis?" I mean Spaceballs; Ghostbusters; Honey, I Shrunk the Kids! The guy was huge in the '80s! Now nothing?! My friend Larry ― who'd organized the event ― stood and began...
After a few months exchanging e-mails you had sent me a postal letter with orders and a ticket to Paris. ... It was near dusk, the night lights of the city barely coming to life. Arriving at the city center straight from the Airport after a few weeks of orgasm denial, my hormones pumping to their limits, i suddenly hear my cell phone beeping with a message...
Jessica liked to shower. As strange as it sounds, the shower was the only place where she felt more or less normal. It wasn't the act of cleaning herself that gave her that feeling, but the mist: she liked her shower so hot that within seconds, everything around her disappeared behind a thick layer of vapor. The shower head, the ceiling, the walls, the showe...
Note: This story concerns a cheating wife and a cuckold husband. If these subjects offend you, then please look elsewhere and don't provide negative comment. This story previously appeared on another story site under another of my writing names: Makeitso. ***** It was my fateful idea to invite my wife Sarah to the conference in Paris this summer. She had...