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 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...
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...
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 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...
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...
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....
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...
Sally McMichael was sitting in the back row half asleep, the affect of listening to Billy Goats, a high school, legend twenty-two years ago, babble on and on about his boring life. He talked about his playing days Upover High, his great football career and his baseball career and his tracking career. He went to deep conversation about drug abuse and how he c...
I have really been like this since puberty. My sex drive was uncontrollable then, as it is now. I filled out early, as a teen, and had rather full breasts for my lean frame, and my ass was well-defined from all the figure skating I did. The older boys were always flirting with me, and I very much enjoyed it then, as I still enjoy any male sexual attention no...