The girl walked briskly through the outskirts of town. She walked past the town dairy and milk processing plant, past the rail yards with their silos, past the drive-in theatre with posters for the latest Elvis movie, Jailhouse Rock. It was the 1950s in mid-West America. She walked past the houses of the poor people, with rusted car bodies and dented ash...
Sorry, there is no sex yet... I will get there, but I need to build up the story first! As always, comments are appreciated and constructive criticism is even more so appreciated! Thanks for reading! :D -WonnderWoman > 2:20 p.m. within the last 10 minutes this was the third time I had looked up at the clock, hopeful for English to be over. I usually enjo...
Many thanks to nickitaylor for editing, suggestions and encouragement. ***** Western Valley College (The White Vampyres Club) After decades as a women's college, Western Valley College finally admitted a limited number of men, but just on a trial basis. Declining enrollment and a shrinking endowment forced the board of trustees to accept the inevitable...
What defined me for many years was my curved cock. While many men have a slight curvature that doesn't interfere with anything, mine is really pronounced. My dick is about 8 ½ inches long, normal circumference, but when excited it gets steel hard and in the horizontal plane the tip is almost 3 inches to the right of the base of the stem. I've gone to several...
Many thanks to 12yknot for his suggestions and editing assistance. ************************* Waking up on Tuesday, May 5th, the morning after my library streak (WVC Ch:31), I leapt out of bed without bothering to put on any clothes, eager to check my e-mail. With my cock swinging heavily between my thighs, I crossed the room to my desk, hoping to find a me...
This is a work which is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not of legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. All materials presented herein copyright the author. Thanks for all of the positive feedback on the first installment! Elliot spent...
Chapter 12. Marina Marina and I began our last college semester as a committed couple. We lived together. Early that spring semester I had an important swim meet at a college just forty miles away so most of us drove to the site. With very few exceptions college swim meets do not attract much of a crowd so it was easy for me to spot Marina in the stands of...
As usual, I awoke the Tuesday morning after the Art class (WVC Ch.10) with a persistent hard-on, one that seemed to linger longer than normal. Despite the difficulties I had in trying to conceal my swollen log, my classes went smoothly. Heading off to the gym for a Wednesday afternoon workout on March 11, I was feeling pretty good about myself. From the con...
Many years ago, I asked my parents to pay the expenses for a professional lifeguard class as my eighteenth birthday gift. I'd been on the swim team at school, and although I had not excelled at it, I felt comfortable in the water. I thought that being a lifeguard in the summers while I got my two-year degree in auto mechanics sounded like a good plan. I ta...
"It's time to introduce this week's dare for our intrepid reporter Lisa Marvell. It comes from Bob in Greenville, who describes himself as a long-time Channel 4 viewer and says he has never missed a Friday Night Special." As anchorwoman Natalie Johnson spoke these words, she glanced across the news desk and addressed her colleague with a smile. "I think, Lis...