(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been captured by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. I had decided not to get the pol...
These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part eight of eight: A family is born This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow I wish to thank Wolv_Project for taking the time to edit my offeri...
Joey Wildman wasn't exactly sure at what point today things had turned just so wrong. When he had gotten up this morning everything had seemed so right. It was a sunny Thursday morning with the promise of almost Friday heavy in the air, along with the scent of warm almost-summer grass coming though his window. "Joey it's your birthdayyy happy birthday Joeyy...
Susan Jackson, Anne's friend was a bored eighteen-year-old horny senior. She was tired of the pawing hands of her male classmates who all wanted her to suck their cocks and fuck but had no idea about how to please a girl. They thought a lick at her crotch was all a girl wanted before being fucked for three minutes. What Susan wanted was an adventure: a lovi...
I had been married 20 years and at least twice a year my husband told me he wanted me to fuck another guy while he watched. I would look at him and tell him he was crazy! I had no desire to fuck another guy. I didn't believe that was something that a married woman should do. So, each time I said no and each time he would tell me how he really wanted it and t...
Jeff Longman took his usual seat on a bench near the fountain at South Mall. Holding his newspaper as a prop he sneaked peaks surreptitiously at the three teen girls sitting on a bench across from him close to the fountain. His cock grew hard in his pants as the small blond at the end crossed her legs, giving him a momentary glimpse up her skirt to her cro...
As airplane rides go, this was a good one. Rich had a window seat and the middle seat was unoccupied. The scenery was, however, better to his left than it was looking out the window. The isle seat was occupied by a woman in her late thirties, perhaps early forties. She wore a short leather skirt and a light blouse to accommodate the warm weather. He estimate...
I had been working as a student teacher in Japan for seven months, as part of a one-year placement for my Masters Degree in Oriental Studies. Originally stationed in Osaka, which is a busy and sprawling Metropolis, I was now based on a remote island off the coast of the Inland Sea, where I was expected to see the year out. The contrast to the city was astoni...
A Sheryl Kuntz story My first major crush was on a junior high school teacher of mine. Mr. MacPherson. We used to call him "Mr. Mac." He was hot all right-most of the girls in my classes had a crush on him. He had thick, blond hair and a slightly brooding air. A tall, muscled man-he taught Math, English and Phys Ed. He must have just graduated from the te...
Ian Abercrombie initially mistook Paz Duarte for an Argentine. At the time Argentina occupied his mind. Having never met any Argentines, she looked like he thought a woman from the Pampas should. Springy shoulder-length auburn hair fell around her square face. Hazel eyes did their utmost not to engage in any mirth yet tried mightily from bestowing too much...