The highway seemed to stretch straight into an unseen point in infinity. Hitch-hiking isn't safe, sure, but it's the only way I can travel. I stop and work when and where I can I don't have a car, can't spare my meager earnings on bus fare or trains. So, I hitch. I'm as careful as I can be, given the circumstances I'm forced to live with. Truckers are usuall...
They had packed a small amount of clothing and rented a car, packed quickly after work and took off. They had barely gotten out of the city before the game began. He looked at his innocent girl in the passenger seat and remembered her interest in a game of dare he had told her about before. He smiled at her and asked if she was interested in trying the game....
Chapter Seven: Mr. Demille, I'm Ready for My Closeup During my time as coach at Sweltings, I've enjoyed my share of innocent, sexy little vixens, but I've gotta say that none of them pushed my buttons like Harmony Adair. I must be crazy for even messing with her because I know she's William Ash's pet slut. But I can't seem to stop thinking about her, and no...
I would like to tell you a story that recently happened to me. I am a forty eight year old man who for quite a while now has had a great interest in exhibitionism. I have had a few opportunities In the past, but I would like to share this experience. I usually spend my Sundays getting up early and working in my yard, and afterwards driving to get myself a n...
Tracy slid onto the stool next to Amy's. "Sorry, there weren't any tables available." Tracy waved a hand away. "Prime-time in Manhattan? A coffee shop across from the library? I feel damn lucky to have a stool to park my butt on. Thanks for meeting me over here. I didn't want make those old men in the writers group break down in tears when I started asking...
Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point...
It was the middle of English class, the last period of the day. I stared with eyes glazed at the woman of my dreams, my teacher. She had long blonde hair, slicked to the sides like a model. Her face was beautiful, her body so elegant. She was wearing a black skirt that clung to her just perfect figure. I was feeling so horny, just like everyday of her class....
Hard to believe that this has happened. As a professor at a smaller college in Oregon, with a youth spent in Idaho, I have led a pretty boring and safe existence. My social life as a young adult had been pretty good. I was reasonably well liked, had good friends and most of the time, had girlfriend around. My relationships with these women seemed mostly pr...
Thanks to everyone for all the comments. I know it's different and I appreciate the place to express the craziness in my head. If you're enjoying, please keep reading and let me know what you think. Thanks again - DW ******************************************** I woke up and it was still dark. Master Bane and Master Kein were both stretched out and sound a...
Author's note and warning: the following story contains subject matter for mature audiences only. I won't list all the possible "offending topics", I'll just warn you that I don't get offended by much and I tend to forget what things might offend other people. No actual dragons were harmed in the creation of this story. Lissa -- Chapter 1 - Leaving Home...