The Neighborhood Preschool in Silverlake is a collection of low-slung buildings on the south end of the reservoir. I was running late, as usual, with traffic in the southland being what it is and working in the Industry with its long hours. Note the capital I in Industry – although I would claim otherwise to relatives from the East, I love the affectation. T...
Sex had become boring--very boring. Not that it wasn't good. It fit the old question, "How was the worst orgasm you ever had?" The answer, of course, is: "Fabulous!" I always had an orgasm and, most of the time that I could tell, so did my girlfriend. She even seemed to get off giving me a blow job and swallowing my cum, especially when we are doing "...
Driving to the cottage, Lolita persisted in giving me directions when I didn't need them. She realized I was getting ticked off, and smiled. I informed her we were almost there, and she leaned against the window, then looked back at me and blew me a kiss. "Let's go," I said, pulling her in and kissing her deeply. She held my face as she sucked my tongue, an...
Eric sat there tapping his pencil on his desk. He hated math. He stared blankly at the chalkboard in the front of the classroom. He couldn't get her out of his head. Her smile was gorgeous. And her presence just lit up the room. The girl he was thinking of was Megan Brooks. She was the "black" girl in his History class. He was very into her. He sighed. He kn...
Meeting you in that bar on Friday reminded me of the one time that I went into a bar totally alone. I had been extremely depressed about my relationship with Bob and while driving home from work I decided I needed to do something to shake myself out of that depression. I decided to go into a bar and sit and have a drink at the bar all by myself. I had never...
Glen began to tenderly lift me off of Mr. Pruit as Clem continued to stare at me. Mr. Pruit looked dazed and embarrassed as he shook himself and raised himself on his forearms. "Before you go downstairs and clean-up, I need your help with Clem. You know how he is!" barked the vice-principal in a no-nonsense voice. I was confused. What help would she need f...
Note: This is a very short story (approx 1,200 words) that jumps right into the action and is written in first person. It's my very first attempt at putting something together! But having said that, I hope you enjoy :) Comments and criticisms are much appreciated! ***** "Master's pretty little pet" I could feel my Master's breath against the back of my n...
~The first of a possible series, feedback would be appreciated~ ~The author~ It was an office affair. She’d asked for a mentor and I’d been given the job. New to the city it had been easy to get her integrated into my social group. What had started out innocent enough, just work, had become something more intimate. She told me the reason for her coming to...
I'm addicted to cum, the taste, the texture, the smell, the stickiness, everything. And I have my wife to thank for that. She'd read somewhere about guys eating their own cum from the pussies of women they'd just fucked and what a powerful aphrodisiac it was for the women. Not so much the men because if you are a man you know that for all good intentions in...
I walk up to the reception desk, my throat is dry and my heart is racing. I can feel my moisturised legs slide against each other as my pencil skirt hugs my thighs. I feel a gentle breeze down my cleavage as I walk under the air conditioning and my blouse flutters - my deep v-neck showing a hint of red lace bra. I give my name and ask for the room. He's alre...