My name is Brian Keifsin. I’m a freshman at *_________* State University. I’m not all that lucky with the ladies, as some would say. I guess it stems from my high school days. Back then; I was a nerd; a geek. It was the worse time of my life. That was why I had my sister help me get out of my shell after I graduated. She put me though hell. She made me rea...
"I'm just curious. Are you a student here at the college?" "Look, missy, let's just keep this on an impersonal, cash basis---okay?" "I'm sorry; I should have guessed that anyone who wears a mask when he is working---and will only meet in the dark---probably wasn't interested in getting chatty." "Just pay me up front per our previous agreement and give me...
Buck was in the middle of meditating when he heard the door bell ring. "Who could that be?" He muttered to himself and with a groan, his dark brown eyes opened. Buck Dimple was the older brother of Fawnie. He was 32 years old and stood at about 6'2 with an incredibly muscular and defined physique. His complexion was similar to that of his sister's. They al...
Summary: It is the 1st humiliating day of Rush Week for a shy pledge. Note 1: This story is dedicated to the real Anne who is exactly as the story describes: a powerful domme to her man and a submissive slut to other woman. Note 2: A special thanks to the personal artwork of Candi who spent hours creating the images for this lengthy tale based on my comple...
My name is Melanie, and I am a student at a large state university—a place that has quite a reputation as a party school. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I am masquerading as a student to get some interesting perspectives on college life in the millennial age. I am really a writer/blogger working for an alternative newspaper. My editor approa...
Chapter 2: The Open Road Recommended music for this story: "Nausea", by Beck "John Kerry is a slick, conniving son of a bitch." Or at least, that's what the message of the political ad on my TV seemed to be trying to get across. "JESUS H. CHRIST!" I shouted, throwing a fruit loop at the television. My roommate, Mike Sars, turned and looked at me. "What...
It's Wednesday afternoon, and Sara Nelson found herself engaged in one of her favorite activities. One that she wouldn't have even guessed she would like, a short 9 months ago. On her knees in her 'fuck buddy's bedroom in a house just off campus, she felt the pressure of a large muscular hand holding onto the back of her head, pushing her towards the stiff i...
Lana fiddled with the key of her dorm room before pushing it open, the simple task seeming like a feat to her tired body. The first month of college had been taxing, far more taxing than she had ever imagined. As her shoulders ached from the newly acquired textbooks which felt like they weighed a ton, she shuddered at the thought of what mid-terms would brin...
My nephew Jamal is a hotheaded young buck. Acts crazy, talks crazy. Last week he was on a rant about how happy he was that eight years of B.O. (the 'Big Oriole' he says) in the White House would soon be over. OK, I try to avoid politics, although sometimes it finds me ... Just for the hell of it I sometimes like to get Jamal's goat: I tell him how much I adm...
For the people that went to college, you know that it can be the best time or the worst time of your life. You get an education and, like most collage kids, you get a lot more partying. Some make the decision to join a frat or sorority, which means a whole lot more partying. And for those people that have joined know that it comes with great amounts of cash...