He popped his gum as the principal circled him. "This is the third time this week your in here Cutter." She said. "I'm deeply concerned about the behavior your showing here at Central. You are a new student here, after all." "Sorry, Ms. Moralez." He said nervously. The principal of Central High School was very strict and old fashioned, even though she was o...
The following story is true, or almost completely true. Names and specific locations have been omitted to protect the guilty. It contains scenes of non consensual exhibitionism, bondage, kidnapping and erotic themes but no sex. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. This work is copyright by the au...
The wind had picked up, the night had grown cooler but she hadn't even noticed. The revolving light from the lighthouse played on her face, a face devoid of expression. Her mind was engaged, the voices in her head a jumble. As the voices grew louder and came faster her face began to change. Her mind was running the gamut, her life flashing before her eyes....
Welcome to my world. I am Jack Sly. Charmer, Trickster and Renovator. The one with the awesome power to bring about change no matter where he is. That's me in a nutshell. A tall, good-looking black man in his early thirties. I am currently the Athletic Director at Bruno College, a small private four-year technical College located in Central Oregon. Bruno Col...
I had planned this morning for quite some time. My sexy wife Christie had little idea what was in store for her today. She got up like normal, thinking erroneously that today was going to be like any other day. I got up out of bed and got a quick shower. As I put on some simple clothes and went into the kitchen, I found her there making breakfast for the ki...
With high school graduation only 2 weeks away, my mind was focused solely on making it through the day as quickly as possible. I was ready to leave this stuffy building and my drab uniform behind. The short, red, black, and plaid skirt seemed to get even more boring the more I wore it and my short-sleeved, button-up white shirt had a hard time holding in the...
I was fourteen the first time I saw her. I got on the school bus and took the only seat left. It was next to her. I was nervous about sitting next to a girl and I was about half afraid of her. I knew nothing about girls. I sat nervously beside her all the way to school and breathed a big sigh of relief when we got off the bus. When the final bell rang, I r...
My name is Stefan Cherenfant. A big and tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Friends call me K.B. for short. I don't mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had...
Chapter 8 The room contained two women and eight men, including me. We were in a shack in the middle of the jungle, less a room than a box. Ten people to take out an army. I liked those odds. No one ever woke up one day and said, "I'd like to be an assassin," at least not out loud. If I had to put our job description down on paper that would be it: assassi...
Background It was my last term of my senior year in high school. I finally had something called a free period. At 18 I had enough credits including my current term's courses to graduate. Thus I had one period out of the day that I didn't need a class to fulfill graduation requirements. My scheduling allowed me to have my free period as the last period of th...