I lived in Japan for many years as a teacher instructing high school and university students for the Japanese government. For much of the time I was the only foreigner in my area. It was not an uncomfortable living. On the contrary, I was set up in an nicely furnished apartment overlooking the university and surrounded by friendly people. In my second week t...
Anal Sex with Stranger on a Train 1 On the way home from work, a man anally molests a stranger on a crowded commuter train. Having been riding this train for years, Peter rode this commuter train every day, twice a day to and from work home. In all the years, never has he ever seen the train as crowded. With nowhere to put them, the train was so crowded...
PART 9 "LONELINESS" Being depressed and lonely is really boring, I noticed. As I laid face down on my bed in my underwear, I kept trying to come up with a way to get over this funk and move on, but I wasn't having much luck. After a while, I heard my little brother, Spencer, dash into my room. "What's up, Viv?" he asked, obviously trying to help. "Ugh......
I can't stop these thoughts, Gary realized. They are like parasites eating into my brain. At first, Gary was simply turned on by his wife's extramarital sex with Crue. Passion grew once again between the married couple, more intense than ever. Gary loved the sexy, borderline slutty side of his wife. There was a purity there that had been missing for so long...
To my Ex: if you are out there, this one's for you. This submission is a little fiction and a lot of fact. It is a vicious, cheating wife story about a woman who believed false evidence presented by another woman who had her own agenda, which included destroying a marriage. If only you would have talked to me. In this, you are Senna's victim, but in this sto...
From the very beginning, I need to inform you that English is NOT my native language, therefore, in case you encounter some mistakes, please forgive me. ***** The music is pretty loud, the lights are dim, and I lay on my bed, naked, awaiting for Helen to appear. I've left the door unlocked, so that I won't need to go and answer... Maybe the music, or may...
1. The Starbucks storefront was mostly empty when he walked in at midafternoon. A few people at the tables, two bored baristas behind the counter cleaning up, anonymous light jazz on the sound system. He was looking forward to this first meeting, as he ordered a Grande latte and took it to one of the armchairs, with a view of the parking lot. Her online prof...
Alex, still groggy from his marathon bout with spinning Ginny, was a bit surprised to wake again to Dr. Smith, in surgical rubber gloves, conscientiously measuring his huge organ with her tape measure and chart. Shaking her head, she noted the stats on her clipboard, talking into a throat mic. "Remarkable. Even larger than with Honey. I assumed that perhaps...
The name is Steeves Saint Morris. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Bolton, Connecticut. I'm originally from the Island Nation of Haiti and I'm finding America to be quite a thrill and a challenge. However, it's a challenge which I am happy to brave. My parents, Notre Dame University of Haiti Mathematics professor Anne Claude Sai...
Ah, college life. It's the greatest thing in the world, if you're lucky. Who am I? Justin Rodham. Bisexual African-American College Man Extraordinaire. A student at Magister College. It's a small private college located somewhere in New England. It was founded in 1987 by James Magister, a retired businessman and philanthropist. He intended Magister College t...