CHAPTER 1 Claudette Jones was the only child of a Welsh solicitor and a French cabaret-singer-cum-goodtime girl who reformed at the time of marriage. Claudette had dark hair as a child but by the time she started high school she was a blonde and remained a blonde until she died tragically in 2005. The nature of her death at thirty would not have come as a...
I had mentioned in a previous story, "Sext Messaging", that after I retired as a college professor, I had worked for a couple of years as a substitute teacher. Other than the type of encounter I mentioned in the previous story, I basically hated the job, and I am sure that anyone who has ever done substitute teaching feels the same way. Less than one-third o...
I was tall and skinny in high school. A dork, although I didn't know it. I was interested in making good grades and succeeded at that. I had a few dates. Guys that were dorks also and had no girl friend would ask me to a dance or a party when they needed a date. Socially I was a misfit. And I don't think I ever thought about sex. If any boy ever did try anyt...
I met Traci in high school. We were in Chemistry together during our junior year. We lived close to each other and joined study groups with other friends in our neighborhood. All in our groups were very compatible and the association was somewhat like a club. The groups were fluid and dynamic with people coming and going off and on. Exam times brought everyo...
Rose sat in front of the computer screen sipping her third beer while rubbing her wet pussy under her panties, as the characters in the story she was reading are loudly fucking in a bus station rest room. The action in the story is hot, but what really has her pussy dripping is the anticipation of who will piss on whom, and how, as the urgency in her bladd...
The new slaves were lined up in the gym for an assembly. There were about 50 of slaves, 25 which was categorized as whores (women who enjoy sex or the idea of it) and 25 were soon-to-be whores (women who doesn't enjoy sex or the idea of it, they are here to be trained to become whores and slaves). The whores were in blue collar, while the others were in red....
I have mentioned in other stories I have written here that I worked for many years as an English professor at a small but expensive New England college. I retired at the age of 65 as a result of the college's policy of mandatory retirement—a stupid idea in an age when most people live longer than they did in the past and most retain their brain capacity. I c...
My name is James Hyperion. The year is 2030. I am ninety years old. I am dying. Nothing can change that fact. That's okay because I am a man who has led a very fulfilled life. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, in the year 1940. The eldest son of a poor African-American family. Nevertheless, I did fairly well for myself. I won a scholarship to the Georgia Insti...
Chapter 15 - The Return of Quinn's Quim WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented...
All I could do the next day was think about what had taken place the night before. There's not much to it really, but I feel that I must tell it for it has been filling me with guilt for a number of years now. This is the story of my first blowjob. Of course, the names have been changed and some of the scenes in which this story takes place, but nevertheless...