Author's Note: This story is a continuation of my story "Samantha Comes to Office Hours," but can be enjoyed on its own as well. * For a long time after the incident in the office, I didn't hear anything from Samantha. I was quite relieved on the one hand; I didn't have to worry about my boss, Sophie Bettencourt, nosing about and catching us. But on the o...
Bobby Chandler chuckled to himself as he drove down the street. He didn't mind it much that his mother and his grandmother were conspiring against him. If things went right, he would have one more woman to help keep him satisfied. He thought it to be a bit ridiculous, though. Hence, his "conditions." He never once thought they would be so willingly agreed to...
Author's Note: I originally posted the story under a different penname, but due to some serious privacy issues I'd been having, I took it down, along with my audios. So, I'm starting again and being more careful. So forgive me if I'm not as responsive as I once was. It's hard to trust people. __ I always looked up to Blaine; she was like the big sister I...
When someone finds the courage to confide in you, it is difficult not to overstep the margin of becoming emotionally involved. The rules are there for a purpose, but if you find yourself trapped by the innocent attraction of another human's pain, how do you escape? There is a shimmer at the end of the tunnel, which needs to be realized. It all began while...
Jane and I arose at some ungodly hour. I shaved, showered, dressed, and we taxied to Logan Airport, to make the seven a.m. flight to Newark. We were at TCI Headquarters right at nine o'clock, and received a heroes welcome from Pam, who pulled us into her office (Jane's old office) and gave us kisses that nearly set off the fire alarms in the building. She le...
Author's Note: Read Chapter 1 first. ***** -Gale- We couldn't stay awake much longer. Even with all that had happened, we just couldn't keep our eyes open. I was still exhausted from my prior marathon of self-indulgence, mixed with the loss of the adrenaline from earlier and the rather intense blowjob had all taken it out of me. Likewise, Fae was beginnin...
Ashley and I, Brett Pierson, first met in third grade. For some reason we were always friends, even though we were quite different and usually hung out with different crowds. I was more of an introvert – although I consider myself an ambivert – while she definitely is an extrovert. Both of us are decent looking although we'd never make it as one of the "beau...
Thanks for the super feedback to Part 10. That's got me going again so 11 has quickly followed. When you get to at the end of this part you'll want 12 to follow soon and it will, I've started it already If you've read the previous parts you'll know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven't read them I'd st...
Chapter 7 – Slim and Porky When I woke up Wednesday morning the shock that had kept me in a cloud the day before was gone and reality had set in. I found myself dealing with the real possibility that I could lose Holly. I still couldn't get my head around the idea that someone would want to kill her. Was this a random act or did someone we know do this? It...
Her toy had served her well and the video had gone back into rotation as the images started to fade with time. But it wasn't him and did little to soothe her increasingly insatiable desire. She'd played their last encounter so many times in her mind, her thick, black toy plunging in and out of her just as he had done but black rubber wasn't the same as black...