Since Constance still hadn't had her first test, Euphemia was willing to give her and Jay another chance to try again before the real classes could begin. But... Jay couldn't sleep again. Since last night's failed consummation, the nightmares had gotten worse. However he resolved not to drink before meeting Constance like last time. His past sins were haunt...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
If you would like to have this story on your site or in your publication, please ask first. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He rolled over and watched her sleeping. She lay on her stomach, facing away from him, and the sheets just barely covered her ass. A sultry smile grew on his face as he remembered the night before. She was wicked, naughty thing an...
1st Scene At a dance party, I caught the eye of Rhiannon, one of the best followers, a woman about half my age, and asked her for the waltz the DJ was playing. We dance together occasionally, had danced to a couple other songs earlier, but while Viennese waltz is my favorite dance, slow Waltz is probably my best. Rhiannon is medium height, maybe 5' 4" or 5'...
-4- It was late afternoon when I woke to find Lacey dressed and pacing the room again. It was still raining outside, not torrential now, but steady. "Do you think we'll get out of here tomorrow?" she asked, not really looking at me. "We can hope." I sat up, pulling the sheet across my naked mid-section. The bed was still heavy with the scent of our sex a...
FACT: All women crave good sex. Like a radio station, you just have to tune into their individual frequency modulation. Then let it play out, hard. Make it last, and keep showing them how naive they are, and how many tricks in bed they are yet to learn from you, and they will come back begging for more. I had known her for years. She lived next door. A moth...
Part nine of The Wrong Room series. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. None of the characters under the age of eighteen are, in any way, involved with acts of a sexual nature in this or any chapter of this series. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to better understand this relationship, bu...
According to The Oxford English Dictionary, there are approximately 750,000 words in the English language. Plus, I'm Irish and everyone knows that we're a pretty loquacious bunch - our philosophy seems to be "why use one word when ten will do?" All this said, of all the word combinations I could possibly put together, "She's all yours lads, do as you pleas...
(This story is dedicated to Lady S, to whom I am enslaved. It is about extortion, blackmail, money slavery, with no real physical eroticism. It should be viewed as fantasy. I am flameproof, don't need foolish, anonymous public comments, but if you want to email me with comments, I will respond. Hope you enjoy.) Arthur didn't know what he was going to do. Hi...
I was running late as I made my way across campus. Luckily my room was on the ground floor so I could nip in and grab the book I had forgotten for my next class. My girlfriend had been feeling a bit unwell so skipped the classes this morning asking if she could stay in my room rather than make her way back to her own block. As I got to the exterior door I...