This is a true story which happened several years ago, but the names have been changed to protect the guilty. It could have been considered very unwise to select one of my best friends for a threesome with my girlfriend, but this all happened long before the internet, and in a small Northern town where picking up a stranger could have been disastrous. Anywa...
My name is Annabelle Mitchell. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, wealthy Irishwoman attending State University. Currently, I live in a mansion and I am served by my very willing slave, Wanda Sullivan, a big Black woman who used to be a Professor of Literature at the school before she found her true calling. She wanted to be my servant. More...
I hadn't seen my boyfriend Roger in two weeks and I was hot for him. Since enrolling in a professional chef's school I had to live two states away most of the time. I burst into Roger's apartment ready to head straight for the bedroom, but found him in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a gourmet meal. A bottle of Merlot was on the coffee table wit...
It was while I was staying in university. I had a dormitory all to myself, which was very lucky since a lot of people attended the university that year. I was doing a course in English and IT because I'd always wanted to be an internet writer. I was glad no-one else stayed in my dorm since I'm bisexual, a secret that would be hard to keep if anybody shared m...
"Damn it!" Scott shouted out loud in his empty office. He cursed himself silently for going back to the admissions office yet again; Cursed himself for being a glutton for punishment. He knew Erika wasn't going to speak to him, knew he had crossed a line with her that she could never forgive. And yet for the last week he managed to find an excuse every day t...
I waited impatiently for the elevator to arrive. I was on the top floor of the Houston Chase Bank Building's 70th floor. It was going to be a long ride down and I was in a hurry. The building was an attraction for tourists because of its height and the view it afforded so there were a lot of other people waiting as well. In anticipation of the elevator's a...
(*) ($$) - Starbucks "I'll have the phonetically enhanced coffee I said to the starry eyed Server at Starbucks." "The what? was his reply?" "You know, I said. The Super Grande Mocha Cappuccino latte." "Decaff?" he asked. "Of course" I replied, not wanting to confuse him. "Do you want cappuccino or latte?" he asked. "Both," I said. "You can't have bot...
The hustle and bustle of the train let her thoughts wander as Claire stared out the windows. People clambering their way into seats where there were any left. He forcefully made his way to his seat, unbeknownst to Claire the seat was the last vacant space, which happened to be beside her. The train juddered away from the platform making its way to its next...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Karan is a 5 foot 9 Indian boy. He had little hair and lacked a belly and muscles. The doctors said it was due to a lack of hormones. It made him a bit insecure but as he had just turned 19 he wanted to get some work experience so asked his uncle he lived by himself, and who worke...
It had been a week since I promoted the former part-time college employee to my full-time assistant. She moved into the adjoining office next to mine. I had helped her move her computer and monitors from her cubicle, soaking in the ability to watch her round ass swaying in front of me. She had stopped wearing her comfortable jeans and flowy shirts of the c...