My name is Steve. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm openly bisexual, and I'm a hard-working, college-educated and church-going gentleman. In a few weeks, I will be leaving the City of Champions for the unknown lands of Canada. I've got family in Ottawa and they tell me that there are tons of...
Sometimes music is the window to pleasure. I’m not talking about just that recycled crap that dominates our radio stations. I found that out when I took a piano lesson with Katya. She was 24 years old, and had the body of a Greek goddess. Chances are she could have been a Greek goddess in another life. I was only a few years older. I only went because my fri...
This is another Sally adventure related to me that took place during the year she was a first year elementary school teacher in a rural north Georgia mountain community. It was the area where they still find gold if you are interested and want to do some research. In fact, this is the area that supplied the gold used to resurface the dome of the Georgia Stat...
Dear Committee Members; I would just love to attend the 45th anniversary reunion of our high school graduating class. Thank you so much for inviting me. You wanted some personal background information for the class newsletter, so let me provide you with a brief synopsis of what has happened in my life since graduation. I married just a few years after gra...
I paced myself up the interminable flights of stairs leading to dorm room 233. I looked down at my small appointment book- Sam Tomkin. So this was the dimwit I'd be tutoring tonight. It's not easy to put yourself through college; I was a babysitter, a tutor, a waitress, and have held just about any job imaginable. Finally I reached my destination. After kn...
(To the reader: This is one in a string of many correspondences between a former professor and myself. It started out to be just a harmless little distraction for myself, to break up the day. It became so much more, so unrepentantly.) She giggled uneasily as she taped the envelope to the English Professor's door. "I wonder how long it will take before he f...
After having the best morning of my life, my day continued as normal, I sort of forgot about my power, I was too focused on my classes. But it was nearing the end of the school day, and I was feeling that familiar urge. I decided to put my powers to the test. I was in the middle of math, and Bella was sitting right in front of me, again wearing these super t...
Rose was at work. She was unable to concentrate as she felt her body shiver with just the thought of him. It was Friday and she knew that soon she would be in the arms of the love of her life. Rose was a teacher at a nearby college. She always dreamed of meeting someone that could fascinate her mind. She stood about 5 feet 2 inches, she was a big girl, but...
It was on my eighteenth birthday that I first caught a glimpse of her pussy. It was during class, and she was my music teacher. I sat in the front row, and as she jumped up to sit on her desk, I caught a glimpse of something black and wet beneath her skirt. Every day I came early and sat in front of her, and sometimes I would see the hole in her. I think...
Friday morning, the best day of the week. I wake up and get ready for school. As I take my usual shower, I notice my dick kind of aroused. Pretty ordinary for Friday. He knows what to expect. I get dressed and drive to school as usual. I walk down the hallway. I get there pretty early so I can sweet-talk my first hour teacher, and since this is my last year,...