"Peter," Isabella said in her low, throaty voice. "I need someone to help with the class I teach on Wednesday nights at the community college. Are you free tonight?" "What kind of class is it?" Peter asked, watching the brunette looking everywhere but at him. "Well, it's a health class. Of sorts." Isabella said, perching on the edge of Peter's desk and cro...
*This story is based loosely on a true story.* It was freezing when she went outside for a cigarette. Her body shivered under her heavy purple coat. She had no idea why she had decided to wear a dress that day. She thought to herself lightly about how glad she was to have worn a double layer of tights when her teacher approached her usual sitting spot....
To say I was intimidated by my arrival at the University of Arizona would be the largest of understatements. I was terrified. I had just graduated from a high school that contained less than a thousand students in it's entirety to a school that boasted fifty thousand students across several large campuses. I was at the main campus and I was suddenly reduced...
(With apologies to Dashiell Hammett. For unfamiliar readers, the cast of characters so far includes Adam, a twenty year old college student; Janey, also twenty and the object of a crush by Adam; and Paula, their forty something year old supervisor. In the first story, Adam discovered that Paula and Janey were lovers. In the second, Paula seduced Adam, who ne...
This is a completely true story, one I've wanted to tell for many years but had no one to tell it to. The anonymity of the internet has given me the chance to tell it in all its glory. I hope you enjoy. Comments are encouraged. This took place many years ago, about 1982 I believe. I was eighteen and just out of high school. I was headed to college in the fa...
Cara gazed out the car window watching the scenery of the east coast fly by. Although she lost track of the time her guess is that the crew in her car – her family – had travelled in total silence for about the past hour or so. Not one word. Her two sons – Nick, her 15 year old rebel, and Mickey, her sweet, intelligent 11 year old, were engrossed in their mu...
Now I sit here in my dotage, smoking a cigar and looking out over the ocean. I thought it would be best to regal you all with tales from my past, not the boring ones. Not the tales of hardship and neglected parenting, the rise to success, but the real stories the ones of my sexual exploits, the ones the readers are truly interested in. So if you are reading...
This story is the first I have written and felt compelled to put online. It is a work of fiction based heavily on events that I've experienced, a couple female friends, and other things that have shaped me as a person. While many people seem to prefer writing stories that get down to business, so to speak, I wanted this one to feel somewhat more realistic in...
The nightclub dance floor was crowded when we ventured through the masses of happy people shaking and moving to the heavy, loud, thumping beat. My beautiful wife, Melissa, was looking incredibly sexy in her tight lucky brand jeans and the snug fitting sweater she wore that really showed off the size of her big tits. Her beautiful, shapely athletic figure and...
This story stands on its own but does reference the Reverend DuToit who appears first in the second portion of 'Meeting me at the Ritz' * "How did I get here?" thought Michelle. Here was sitting at a biker bar in Fisheating Creek, Florida. Who even ever heard of Fisheating Creek? More to the point, here was sitting in a chair, her blouse completely unbutt...