They owed him one. Actually, more than one. A lot. An infinite number, really. Bradley remembered that fateful conversation like it was yesterday. He was studying with Carly and Taylor, just like normal, although the two girls were definitely more overwhelmed than usual with their schoolwork. Brad was a junior in college, and Carly and Taylor were...
Dawn had been working a job that she hated, and had finally found a new job. Her last day of work also happened to be my last day of a long and difficult semester. My final final ended at 4:00, and we decided we would have plenty of reasons to celebrate. We hired a sitter to watch our kids, and told her we would be home by 8:00pm. The night before, I secre...
As I have mentioned in a number of the stories I have written, before my retirement ten years ago, I worked as a professor of English in a small but expensive New England college. As you already know if you ever went to college, English 101 is required of all freshmen students. The purpose of this course is for the professor to try and enable students to wr...
For three years, I worked with a woman named Stephanie teaching night school. Every evening, we would teach for an hour and a half, take a break and eat, and then teach for another hour. During those breaks, I got to know her well--she drank a lot, fucked a lot of guys, and seemed to take great pleasure in tormenting them sexually. Her life was a maze of "M...
My name is Andrea. I will dispense with any long, physical descriptions of myself except to say that I am late thirties, 5'8" tall, of average build with shorter brown hair and that I was always quite a tomboy. You see, I am a lesbian, or at least I still believe I am. Although some may label me bisexual, in light of recent events, until the following accoun...
The art of oral pleasure goes far beyond the three T's: tips, tricks and techniques. They can be useful, sure, and definitely fun to learn and try. But tips and tricks are just that – and employing them without any true emotion leaves a woman feeling like a whore (and not in a good way) or a drone/robot, and a man feeling empty - literally and figuratively,...
"I hope you have a good day, Marissa," my husband kissed me lovingly on the cheek but it didn't faze me. I had a lot of work to get done that day and my husband's kiss wasn't on the agenda. "Thanks. You have a good day, too!" My fake realtor voice was already in place and he grimaced at the sound of it. I knew he hated my fake voice and the fake persona tha...
Peter Grayson woke up late that morning his head ringing from his hangover. Slowly getting up out of bed, he made his way over to his bathroom washing his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Looking up in the mirror, Peter checked himself out. Peter Grayson was eighteen years old with short brown hair and brown eyes. He was tall with a muscular body and s...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
I stood on the unfamiliar stage stark naked, except for a black suspender belt, black stockings and four-inch black stilettos, before about two hundred women of all ages who didn't know quite what to expect. I have to admit that, as I lesbian, I was more than a little turned on. Behind me was a huge screen so that the people at the back could see me about...