Forgive me. There is no editor for this story. One did volunteer but never returned my email to her. Life is that way. This is a true happening. I was there for all of it. ******* The desperate people Today I attended a job fair for teachers. It was my old employer and it had been 18 months since I quit. The fair was at my old school where a short tim...
I cannot take credit for the ideas within this article. I first learned of these theories about seven years ago in one of those Cosmo articles about super sex. I have since done several on-line searches to locate it, but with no luck yet. I have taken that article as I remember it and combined it with personal experience to bring you what I hope will be an i...
Things were moving fast, too fast. In the morning I sat in my glorious bath alone, soaking away the aches of the night before, and ruminating on the deeply ingrained lessons of history imparted through my education at Cassipe's hand. Ours was a violent Queendom. Once we had been hundreds of tribes, all quite different, according to many even some of those t...
Hello, I'm John Dickers. I'm the owner and headmaster of the Oakwood Academy for Young Women, a very exclusive, private institution of learning for girls who are at least 18 who either didn't earn a high school diploma or aren't quite ready for university or the world of business. For those students who want a high school diploma, Oakwood Academy offers the...
V "Who the fuck are you?" were the words by which the two girls were woken just a few hours later. They raised up their weary heads from the hard straw pillows which had come to seem so incredibly comfortable, and blearily focused on the towering figure of a woman dressed only in leather boots and leather shoulder-pads. This in itself made the woman a formi...
As 'chapter one' of this chronicle of mine indicated, I was in college when I first received my pet, Lilah, as an early birthday gift. Her wiles, charms and skill in all things erotic at first made it seem that she was the perfect gift for me, but I found out soon enough that things are never that simple when your mother is one of the top ranking demons in H...
Prolog: Because we are currently engaged in "Slavery by Syndication," it is difficult for modern man to assert his individuality. Adding to the dilemma of "socialization," we have a syndicated academia that strain to seduce capitalistic communism onto their current students -- which attempts to robotize young minds by creating a higher educational power (a...
"Erica, I think the type of therapy you need is slightly more specialist than what I can offer you within the confines of this office." She saw him shift in his seat, the large bulge growing ever present in his khakis. Erica Jones had been seeing Dr. Cooper for a few months now, and while a knowing hard on would scare other patients away, this doctor was h...
My name is Jim, James Hoggard, actually. I drive by the local university every morning on my way to work. Often there is heavy traffic and I catch many of the stoplights. I spent my time watching the female coeds. All shapes and sizes, some pretty, some not. Listening to the news on the economy I knew that many of those students were going into debt up to...
It was a Friday, and I was looking forward to relaxing after a long week of work. My job sucks, but I don't really have that many options right now. I dropped out of high school, and soon wished I hadn't. Now I am in the process of earning my GED, and may go for higher education after that. As I drove down the street to my house, I saw that the house next t...