Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
Her name was Barbara, but we always called her "Babs". I'm not sure who came up with that name, but it was one of those rare nicknames that immediately stuck. As a matter of fact, I even heard another teacher call her that one day, and got a big grin out of it. It seemed we had named a teacher!! Babs was our chorus teacher. My first year of high school...
All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this... blah, blah, blah. * She had red hair. It was obviously a dye-job. Most likely to hide the natural grey that I'm sur...
Terry couldn't draw. Every time he tried to the blank page stared back at him, virgin white, and all he could think about was whether Mika would call him. When he had met her, he had experienced a huge spurt of creative energy, and now that she was gone the well was dry. Terry guessed that maybe all that shit about muses was right after all. He drifted thro...
Dara stared at the paper in her hands with disbelief. On the downloaded image from the internet was a slim blonde woman with breasts much too big for her body had both her hands wrapped around a monstrous penis. The penis was inches from her face, thick and veinous its head wet with precum. Dara had never seen a penis so huge. And worst of all, the woman's m...
It all began when I wrote the story 'Teaching Miss A Lesson'. I had always been turned on by situations where people normally in control and with a degree of power lose it or have it forcibly taken away from them. That story was about a good looking, young school teacher who ends up being blackmailed into sucking and fucking some of her pupils and I enjoyed...
Firstly, here is another episode for the sick anonymous critics to add their nauseating comments to. To the vast majority of readers I apologise for the above remarks, because I know that you are normal, sane, healthy people who would only criticise because there is something in the story to criticise. I ended my last chapter where I had just begun to repre...
I was a sweaty mess. I had on a tennis skirt and a white top. Being on the high school tennis team was harder than I had anticipated. I just assumed I'd cream any opponent, but this little hobgoblin across the court was proving me wrong. I normally didn't take any tennis losses as a big deal; it was just a game. Next to the court was a couple of small stand...
It was a Friday afternoon at Mashima High-School in upstate New York. Here we find ourselves in room 501, the room of detention, where only the rare examples of trouble were sent. Usually detention was supervised by Mr. Redav, but instead he is nowhere to be seen. Instead we have the TWO minor examples of delinquency at the School. Out in the middle of the...
After not hearing from Donna for over a month, I figured that was the end of it. We had our fun and Donna was back to her married life. I don't analyze these things much. We have our fun, take it for what it is, and move on. There will be someone else tomorrow. Then about the end of August I got a phone call. I recognized Donna's number immediately. "Hi,"...