Chapter 1 - Asheville The foggy town of Asheville was met with a pleasant sunrise this morning. However, a glance at the opposing horizon revealed a growing mass of dark clouds that looked almost ready to burst. In an hour or two it would eclipse the whole town and greet them with a cold shower. Nevertheless, storefronts slowly opened, citizens poured out o...
How peaceful... How serene... Everything is comfortable, and I want for absolutely nothing right now. I must be dreaming again. What I believe happened to me just recently, couldn't possibly be real... especially here in my bedroom. Did Cindy and Victoria really come over to my apartment by themselves? Did my crazy big sister honestly agree, that all of the...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
I had English class first and I noticed my teacher, Miss Flint had some really nice, tight, horny pants on. They made her arse look huge and she almost had a camel toe. Me and my friends noticed it straight away and all the boys were distracted by her bum. She was flirting with me all through the lesson, I always managed to bring up the topic of my sex lif...
Chapter 1: Mandatory 'choose your path' chapter The alarm in your phone goes off and you groggily wake up with a long yawn. You actually had a good night's rest, so technically you're all in good health to face the day, though that doesn't mean you're terribly excited about it if it's some boring stuff, like one more school day. Then again, whether it's scho...
This is a story which I have posted elsewhere but which I hope you might enjoy. All the characters in this story are entirely fictional and the rights to them are vested in the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or departed, is entirely coincidental. ***** At 35 Anne Sullivan was what one might politely call plain. She wasn't - and never reall...
Sometimes I can't help but wonder, is this all a dream? Is all of this truly happening in my life? How can I NOT when all of these... amazing things, have been happening to me, in one raunchy incident after another. It just all seems so strange... But what is most strange of all; Is how I'm actually starting to ENJOY these... no... CRAVE these things that h...
It was the final class of the week and so far my time had passed by rather well. As a young and quite pretty substitute teacher I was used to ill disciplined school kids with constant barbs about my shapely dumb blonde appearance. Dealing with the rowdiness of alpha males and catty females trying to assert dominance was also another prerequisite to survival....
Coach Thomson was proud of his squad as he watched them perform on stage. He thought, without that little bit of help, we would never had made it to nationals. Smiling, the coach thought back to that week at the beginning of the term..... Three Months Earlier... "Coach, do you have a minute?" Coach Thomson looked up from his desk, and saw Emily, the seni...
My story jumps forward 20 years to May of this year. In the intervening years I've been married twice, lived with two other guys and never had any children. My career, as it is, has consisted of a succession of dead-end shop and restaurant work; moving from town to town across the UK and a Summer in Ibiza. "Well, well, well...some people never change. Do t...