"Estalon!" came the abbot's shout from the courtyard. Peering out the window of his dormitory, the naked initiate hissed in frustration. His teacher seemed mad about *something* - and Estalon had slept in yet again. Whatever the young priest's virtues were, a timely waking was not one of them. Estalon turned away from the window to face his dresser, a loud...
It was after six o'clock when I finally packed up my briefcase and walked out of the office. My marking load had increased steadily as the end of the school year approached and I had to stay later and later every day to get it done. In a few weeks I was sure I'd be there until eight, or later. So I trudged down the hallway heading home to my empty apartme...
I stepped out of class at 4:30 on a clear Autumn Friday ready for a kick-back Saturday, with an extra dose of good loving with my wife. We married last June down on the beach at Padre Island, Texas, with just family and the wedding contingent of five. The love making remained at a peak level as we joined our lives together. A year earlier, we joined our bodi...
Just one of those girls you laid in bed at night and thought about while you whacked off. Her name was Amanda Beckmen but everyone called her Mandy. She was a cheerleader, president of the school dance committee, the Winter Ball Queen. All of that and she was young, a fresh little thing. If this had been a normal situation I would just have gone up and asked...
Thursday evenings my husband worked late. A teacher at the local high school he was one of those wonderfully conscientious people who'd volunteer for any (and all) after-hours activity. On Thursday nights he was supervising, of all things a hip hop dance crew. When he told me I snorted with laughter. And then when he'd struck a pose, holding out his hands li...
Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes. Thanks to Sensual Curves for her help in proofreading. Thanks to my wife for handling the editing duties on this chapter. After you've read this, if you have a...
Before I had met my husband Randy, I'd read a piece of erotic fiction he had written before we knew each other. It was so well written, I thought it had been plagiarized from somewhere. I had so many orgasms reading it I eventually memorized the piece and imagined myself as the lead character in the story, a white wife who gives in to interracial urges and g...
Chapter 1: A T-girl's Feminization This is the first of a new series I will be starting. Please let me know what you think of the story. I expect to be adding new chapters over the rest of this year. * On her eighteenth birthday, fresh from her shower, Angel Jones looked at her nude reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, and was mostly pleas...
"I try to look at this way, Vance." Jefferson Hales' smile was mild as always as he looked sideways at his Yankee friend. "As a rule we engineers have a rather bad habit of having the social skills of a groundhog. A groundhog with scrambled brains in fact. Having every one of us take an English course specifically geared toward getting our points across to t...
As I lie here writing this story I am first and foremost aware of my great fortune. I am secure financially and personally. I have the career I always wanted, I have wonderful friends and an ironclad support system. The joy that I feel on a daily basis is made manifest each day as I wake next to my husband, the man who helped me to become the person that I a...